On their way back to their home halfway up the hill, Moses was suddenly taken by surprise. “Isn’t that… Mr. Bastille?”

Dexter and Josie simultaneously looked up, only to see Morgan sitting leisurely in the yard of the mansion across the street, basking in the sun. In front of him, a pot of coffee was brewing, creating a serene atmosphere.

Morgan? Why is he here?

Confronted with the same confusion from Dexter, Josie responded immediately, “It wasn’t me. I have no idea.”

After they got out of the car, Morgan opened his eyes. “Oh, Mr. Russell, you’re out early.”

Dexter, on the other hand, showed no signs of surprise. He walked into Morgan’s courtyard and said, “Mr. Bastille, I’ve come to ask for a cup of coffee.”

Morgan chuckled. “My coffee is inexpensive. You might not find it to your liking.”

He didn’t pour Dexter a cup.

Josie followed him inside. She immediately pulled Morgan up and led him further in, asking bluntly, “What are you doing here?”

“What do you mean? I’m from Rivodia. What’s the big deal about buying a house in the best neighborhood of Rivodia?”

how could it be such a

you go broke? Where did you get

to her, his demeanor servile

“You’re crazy, you didn’t… move here because of me,

thought, but indeed, it was something he was likely capable

“That’s right. You and Dexter haven’t reconciled, so I

partner, you can have anyone,

had this much sentimental

chuckled. “You really

He poured himself a cup of coffee, took a sip, and seemed to have no qualms

different,” Morgan said seriously. “What does it matter if you have a child? I didn’t even care

on his words. Before she left,

and said to Morgan with a smile, “Mr. Bastille, this

recliner. “We’ll be seeing each other often in the future. Do drop by when

continuing to walk

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