Paul’s medicine was running out, barely enough to last a few days, which was causing Josie some anxiety

“I have to go find him.”

When he heard these words, Dexter was sitting in the courtyard, pruning the branches of the flowers. He turned his head and asked, “Who are you looking for?”

“Arnold.”

Dexter withdrew his gaze. “No way.”

“Why? Paul’s medicine is almost finished. I have to find him to continue our dealings, instead of idly waiting here.”

“Do you expect him to give you special treatment because of your wounds?”

Josie glanced at the wound on her arm, unable to find words to express her feelings. When she turned around, she saw that Paul was sitting in the living room, cheerfully looking at her. A wave of discomfort washed over her.

She sat down, her face full of smiles, “Why won’t you let me go, Mr. Russell? You’re not still jealous of us, are you?”

Dexter remained calm and composed. “You’re too narcissistic.”

“Oh, then I must go.”

“Go ahead.”

Josie raised an eyebrow.

the first time I’ve seen a lamb willingly run into a pack of wolves.

off a wilted flower. “Let’s wait until the

been spoken than a car sped

alcohol. He seemed to have just left a late-night bar. He approached and said, “Oh, Mr. Russell, you’re

his hands on the fence,

asked, “How much have you

out two fingers. “Not

“Two boxes?”

“Two bottles of vodka.”

done. “What do you think about Louis XIV? In winter,

variety, but I can grow half a hectare of such a variety. Come see the results when

to Josie, who couldn’t be bothered to deal with

you must be

you will ever be considered too

of flowers. I can’t. I can only tend to this one plant, the same goes for

first, Morgan didn’t catch on. It took him a moment to realize he had been subtly mocked. Rolling his eyes, he said to Josie, “Come and see when the time

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