Blind Date Turned Proposal

She's subconsciously evading my question. That means Morgan must've indeed said other things. Dexter leaned in leisurely, gazing at her intently.

This intimate gesture left Josie somewhat at a loss. She put up a hand to hold him back, asking, "What are you doing?"

The next second, Dexter suddenly uttered, "There's a lead on Arnold's whereabouts."

Josie tensed up in an instant. "Where is he?"

"Rivodia had apprehended a key figure, and the powerful support behind him was eradicated in the process. Josephine was still in his hands, and it took the leader a great deal of effort to safeguard the Yowell family."

Dexter spoke with such casual indifference, yet Josie, who was listening to him, was anxious. "The Yowell family didn't meet their downfall even after such a major incident. The leader has thrown caution to the wind."

Dexter gave a light hum, his intention unclear to Josie.

He leaned back to his original position and said, "We're almost at Wavery."

Josie didn't understand and persisted with her inquiry. "Where is Arnold now?"

Dexter gestured for her to pass him the lighter that was by her side. "He's abroad."

He lit another cigarette before asking, "Don't you find it strange?"

The faint scent of tobacco lingered on the tip of Josie's nose. She leaned back, her gaze fixated on the fragments at her feet. "Speak your mind."

The sheets of paper had been roughly torn, left in unrecognizable shreds.

"The moment news about Arnold arrived, Morgan showed up in Wavery. He's clearly here for you."

Upon hearing that, Josie immediately sat upright. "You suspect them? That's impossible. I know Morgan. He's always been like that, unchanged. If he had any connection with Arnold, it would've been impossible for there to be no clues or traces at all. Moreover, there's no way for them to contact one another..." No matter how you think about this, there's no way for them to be related.

Dexter stared at her.

Feeling inexplicably guilty, Josie averted her gaze. "If you don't want me to collaborate with Morgan, you can just tell me. This is not the only project available for Olsen Group." Dexter absentmindedly fiddled with the lighter. "This may not be the only project available for Olsen Group, but you desperately need it to make a comeback."This content © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

His spot-on remark left Josie with no choice but to respond truthfully, "I have no choice. I must seize this opportunity that Morgan is presenting to me."

"What if he harbors ill intentions?"

"He has never been the schemer."

The two exchanged glances, understanding reflected in their eyes. Ultimately, Dexter snuffed out his cigarette. "You can leave now."

Josie, however, did not comply.

Instead, she leaned in, close to him, the scent of tobacco thick in the air. "I've told you. Don't do things dislike under the guise of doing them for my benefit. Stay out of it."

The two were close to each other, her charming, crimson lips right in front of him, yet her words weren't as pleasant.

Dexter raised his hand, rubbing his fingertips together with a hint of mockery. "Ms. Warren, the man by your side gives me quite a headache."

Josie curved her lips. "I really enjoy seeing you suffer."

Subsequently, she withdrew her hand and turned around. As she gripped the steering wheel, Josie suddenly remembered something. She turned back and asked,

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"According to the description given by Grape, the person who kidnapped her was Rachel."

From her point of view, the interplay of light and shadow etched Dexter's features, with profound intensity. He gazed at her, replying, "My subordinates will immediately find out her whereabouts."

Moses had been waiting outside the car all along. Seeing that Josie's mood seemed to have improved considerably, he immediately stepped forward. "Josie."

Josie let out a soft sigh. "Now that you've seen him, there shouldn't be any reason for you to seek me out, right?"

Moses glanced at the car window. "I just didn't want to see you two arguing, nor did I want to see you misunderstand him."

"There was no misunderstanding."

"How could that be? When Grape was kidnapped, he was on the boat, engaged in a standoff with Arnold and Wayne. If he had lowered his guard a little, it could've resulted in his death."