Josie spoke slowly, deliberately avoiding any mention of the terms of the exchange between Arnold and herself.

Not far away, Arnold noticed them. He lit a cigarette and leaned against a charred pillar, watching intently.

Dexter loosened his shirt collar. “Grape is my daughter, and I will protect her no matter what.”

“That would be for the best.” She didn’t deny the first part. After saying that, she left. Dexter followed closely behind at a steady pace. “I will be staying in Rivodia for a while. Later, someone will come to pick you and Grape up and take you to my place.”

Josie did not respond to that.

“Your company took quite a risk using that photo for the cover.”

On the top floor of Rivodia’s tallest building, a man stood before the floor-to-ceiling window, casually surveying the scenery below.

“You don’t know? Is that how you plan to resolve the matter?”

He let out a soft chuckle, ended the call, and casually tossed his phone onto the couch.

Before long, someone would legally handle the newspaper company.

Sounds echoed from the bathroom, and a woman, her hair wet and wrapped in a bath towel, emerged. She walked out seductively

and embraced him from behind.

matter, Mr. Bastille? You seem quite

treated her like a human being. But now, without that desire, she was no

to

soft and flirtatious. “Mr. Bastille, what do you take me for? I

longer, you won’t get the

each step. As they entered the office, the woman turned around in confusion, only to be met with the sight of a tall woman dressed in business attire. Her hair

“Who are you…”

other party said

“You!”

leave now, forget about

seeing that Morgan made no move, she had no

air. A magazine

caught on camera.” Her voice trembled, silently pleading for

you’ve crossed the line too many times. in these

intentional. There won’t be a next time. You know me. If

would you have done it,

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