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?”

deal, but how could it be such a coincidence that it happened to be right across the street

sense of helplessness, Josie asked, “Didn’t you

I have more than enough to buy a house.” Morgan moved closer to her, his

turn toward him. “You’re crazy, you didn’t…

a rather narcissistic thought, but indeed, it was

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

want to find a partner, you can have anyone, and I believe you’ve been searching plenty these past

had this much

really do

not come in. He poured himself a cup of coffee, took

you have a child?

on his words. Before she left, she said curtly. “Whatever.

to Morgan with a smile, “Mr. Bastille, this coffee

into his recliner. “We’ll be seeing each other often

heed to their conversation, continuing to walk away. Dexter responded with an

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