“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.

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

both hands. “I didn’t

seeing this, Xanthe shouted anxiously, “Dex! You

was sprawled awkwardly on the ground, stripped of her usual

filled with coldness. “When you left, I begged you

wanted to leave the Russell family

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,

it. You hate the son you had with someone else

shoes stepping on the ground, like a

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

words were spoken quickly and urgently. Her voice was even lowered, as if she was afraid

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