Morgan was right When Josie woke up the next day, all the major social media platforms were indeed flooded with paparazzi shots of Dexter and Heather

The photos showed Dexter escorting Heather to the Olsen Residence The two of them were captured whispering to each other for a while in front of the car. Only then did Heather leave, looking back every few steps she took.

Journalists likened them to a couple in the throes of passionate love.

Upon seeing this, Joste couldn’t help but sneer. They obviously hadn’t seen Dexter’s debauched demeanor that day in Zachariah’s office

The gossip corroborated the official news. The fact that these photos could be released proved that Russell Group indeed inked a business collaboration with the Olsen family.

As Josie practiced some yoga in the morning sun, her mind drifted back to the previous night. In the dimly lit café, she had asked Morgan, “The meeting just ended, and you already have the news. Do you have an insider?”

Morgan narrowed his eyes meaningfully. “Testing me, are you? Want my help?”

-I don’t understand. Why would I need your help?”

“To take some people down.”

“Who?” Josie’s winged eyeliner had been drawn longer than usual that day, giving off a rather intimidating aura.

be carefully choosing his words. “A mistress? In every sense of the word.”

or why he was so willing to help her, but one thing was certain – his intentions were far

Morgan lifted his coffee cup, clinking it

is completed, I’ll be in Wavery. Call me any time.”

jarring ringtone interrupted Josie’s reverie. She opened her eyes, taking a moment to adjust to the light.

was unmistakably

up immediately. “Sergeant Buncho.”

Warren, we have found some leads about your father, but…”

point of losing her composure, braced herself for the worst. “What do

“but?”

out and meet me.”

at a pasta restaurant outside the police station. Scott was already heartily enjoying his pasta as Josie

arrival, he quickly swallowed the food in his mouth and explained. “Thave important matters. to attend to this afternoon, so I can’t go too far I har no choice but to ask you to

front of him, her face full of anxiety “Sergeant Buncho, what did you mean

briefcase. Following certain lues, we’ve located the last place your father was seen

aback as he opened the folder. “Are you suggesting my

seaside?”

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