Josie raised an eyebrow. It was the same antique porcelain bowl as before, but its quality and craftsmanship were undoubtedly authentic.

Its true value was worth a city.

“Do you like it?” Morgan asked, staring into her inquisitive eyes.

After carefully considering the antique for a moment, Josie abruptly made a decision. “Are you giving it to me?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“Are you really giving this to me?”

“Yup,” Morgan responded patiently.

“So, you’ve given it to me. I can do whatever I want with it, right?”

Seeing the cunning look on her face, Morgan had a bad feeling. He warned her, “I paid eight figures for this.”

Josie smiled as she received the antique from Ryan’s hand. She hugged the bowl to herself and walked away, mumbling, “Perfect.”

Upon leaving Mandarin Oriental Hotel, she happened to see Dexter walking out, escorted by an entourage. His tall figure stood out among the crowd. His face showed no warmth, not even a hint of emotion.

Instead, he rolled down the window and lit up

his expression, much

in the path of the air conditioner’s current. Her hair billowed in the gusts, obscuring

was a high chance that Dexter

strong urge to ask if he would regret his decision. Trading marriage for business benefits wasn’t

with it. Could it be that he

someone stood up to shield her from the Wind. A pair of hands covered her

only

closed her eyes naturally and asked, “What are

Morgan said with

two cigarettes, the car, like an arrow released from its bow, quickly disappeared into the

eyes again, there was nothing

curved her lips slowly and said,

in refining the design until both parties were satisfied, Josie was finally relieved. At the same

draft sketches, from which the general outlines could be discerned. However, they were

a few photos showing

month. Strangely enough, she has never been to the biggest one in

was in Mandarin Oriental Hotel, which

of money to an overseas account

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