Chapter 121 A Trap

“Who is it?”

Dexter asked in his deep and gravelly voice.

Josie appeared from the dark and slowly walked into his office’s soft glow of light. “Are you always this alert, Mr. Russell”

Her canvas bag was slung over her shoulders, and her work outfit was simple. Nonetheless, the office was large and luxurious, with a high ceiling and an open view of the city. Josie felt like a small fish in a big pond.

Once he saw her, the scowl on his face faded. “Why didn’t you return to Mason Garden?*

Josie put her bag down and went closer to him. Her finger rested on his furrowed brows as she said, “I was on my way back, but I decided to wait for Mr. Russell as I saw the lights at the top floor were still on.”

Dexter grabbed onto her hands without losing the frown on his face. “I see you’re no longer afraid of getting caught.”

“Isn’t it thrilling

in closer to him, leaving almost no gap between them. Dexter narrowed his eyes when he sensed a familiar

pushed her away

asked, “I feel this is right up Mr. Russell’s alley. Or else, why would you

had her cards out on the table, but Dexter seemed uninterested. He stared at the antique clock in his ” office. It was five–hundred–year–old antique worth hundreds of thousands. Its design

one better fit for this position than you. You shouldn’t act naive when you’ve got what you wanted easily.”

have any friends. Who would want to be close to him when he has such

I’m the best fit?” Josie stood behind him and looked at him in confusion. “It’s reasonable for me to save Justin. No one would doubt my intentions. But Mr. Russell, you must’ve set up a chess game and

and calmly stared at her. “I don’t understand

his feigned indifference. “It’s rare Mr. Russell can’t understand

a porcupine ready to defend herself.

Russell Group have been enemies for a long time, and you’re clearly not on good terms with Arnold Carter. He racked his brain to find your weakness, so he set up a trap for you in Wavery, even though he was in Rivodia. He used me to test you, and you fell into his

me the Sylmark project as a way to compensate

she meant. He finished his cigarette and threw it into

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