“Jo.” Dexter’s veins bulged as he held her hand, refusing to let go. He then spoke calmly and decisively, “Josie—”

Before he could finish speaking, a figure suddenly appeared from behind, accompanied by a familiar voice. “What are you doing?”

Josie looked up in astonishment, only to find, to her surprise, that Morgan had appeared. He clenched his fist and swung it directly. Dexter happened to turn his head at that moment, receiving the punch squarely.

A muffled sound echoed.

Dexter subtly turned his face away, a hint of disbelief in his eyes. Immediately after, Morgan grabbed his collar. “You dare to show up. Don’t you have any self-awareness?”

Those words were blunt, and the actions were equally so, clearly displaying an irritation that had been building up for quite some time.

Dexter gripped his wrist tightly, skillfully pushing him away. “What’s gotten into you?”

Dexter didn’t retaliate, not wanting to resort to violence in front of Josie.

step forward, but Josie sensed something was off. She immediately positioned herself

didn’t want to embarrass herself in public, and her patience was

into you on the road,” Morgan said, his voice slightly slurred. He pulled Josie behind him. “Don’t be afraid. As long as I’m here, he won’t be able to

With a wicked she should be afraid of

held his arm. She was clearly annoyed

and simply complied. “Mr. Russell, it seems that the crisis at Russell

and fixed his gaze on Josie. “Stay

then asked, “Where are

anyone. She weighed

he said, opening the

to sit down, realizing that it was impossible to hail

about to close, the man a few steps away spoke again, “If you’re looking for Paul, you don’t need

His expression stiffened subtly, almost imperceptibly. But looking

a considerable distance, the figure of Dexter in the

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