Blind Date Turned Proposal

“What’s the matter?” Dexter’s face was grim, and he didn’t bother to look at Xanthe.

“The thing is gone. It’s more important than money, so I can only make her pay with her life.” Arnold flicked his cigarette to the ground and stamped it out.

Dexter understood what he meant. A faint smile appeared on his lips. “That’s good. She’s caused me a lot of trouble over the years. Well done, Arnold. Take care of her for me. Make sure there are no traces left.”

Josie couldn’t help but smile at this statement. It was typical of Dexter.

Arnold remained calm and revealed his trump card. “Admit it, Dexter. If you didn’t care, you wouldn’t have personally shown up at this time.”

After saying that, he glanced behind Dexter. There were no bodyguards. Dexter had only brought a driver and a secretary.

Dexter didn’t respond. “I just wanted to see how far you would go. For you, getting rid of someone is easier than having tea. I wanted to witness it myself.”

He stood still, his hair gently lifted by the sea breeze. There was no pity or concern in his eyes, only indifference.

He glanced sideways. “Regardless, she’s your mother. You are related. Can you really kill your own

hands. “I

shouted anxiously, “Dex! You can’t abandon me! I’m

on the ground, stripped of her usual

finally glanced at her, his eyes filled with coldness. “When you left, I begged you not to go, just like what you’re

silently gazed at her, Xanthe hesitated, recalling the past. She showed a hint of guilt. “I-I desperately wanted to leave the Russell family and didn’t take

words sounded righteous but

also wanted to escape from me. As long as I exist, you’ll think of my father every day. You despise me, your own flesh

was colder than the sea breeze. He paced in place, calmly stating, “No, that’s not it. You hate the

crisp sound of shoes stepping on the ground, like a countdown to her life, made Xanthe

toward Dexter. She grabbed his pant leg and pleaded, “Dex, it’s my fault, all my

was even lowered, as if she