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?”

be such a coincidence

helplessness, Josie asked, “Didn’t you go broke? Where did you get the

a house.” Morgan moved closer to her, his demeanor servile yet respectful. “In fact, even after supporting

him. “You’re crazy, you didn’t…

but indeed, it was something he was

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

have anyone, and I believe you’ve been

doubted that Morgan had this much

really do

cup of

you

she left, she

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

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

walk away.

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