It was the same old saying. When Dexter was willing, he was a master at uplifting people’s spirits. Apart from financial matters, he was meticulous in every aspect.

Once, Josie believed that if any other woman had met him, she would be cherished just as much.

However, at that moment, he was completely lost, unsure of what to do. The look in his eyes as he gazed at her was filled with confusion, tinged with caution. It was nothing like before.

In the depths of the winter night, the rows of elm trees outside Mason Garden had shed all their leaves, appearing desolate under the glow of the street lamps. Taking a breath, all one could feel was the cold air.

It was three in the morning, and Josie stood outside, knocking on the door.

The bodyguard standing guard outside saw her, but instead of stopping her, he wore a look of pleasant surprise.

Dexter opened the door, still dressed as he had been in the afternoon. A stubble of blue had sprouted on his chin, making him look physically and mentally exhausted. However, upon seeing her, a glimmer of joy could be seen in his eyes.

“Don’t misunderstand. I came for Paul’s clues,” she said.

The door was half-open, allowing the cold air to continuously seep in, which considerably cleared Dexter’s mind.

stood aside and continued, “Paul was last seen under Arnold’s control. Rachel admitted

frowning as she looked

said, “She wants

that. Well, in the end, I still can’t

a black computer sitting on the living room table. It was the one Morgan

the computer, there was also a phone case, which had clearly been

a moment

casually explaining, “Moses

and he knew that

He sat on the carpet, removing the listening device that was

the heater, making the inside feel even colder than the

“What?”

with Rachel back then?” Dexter conjured a mocking

away. “No. Back then, I just

out a cigarette and lit

the smoke dispersed in the air, his

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