Chapter 926


    “Yes, I am well aware of Dexter’s attitude towards you. But let’s not forget that I helped you when your


    biological son abandoned you and you had nowhere to go. I prevented your son, who was abroad, from


    ending up on the streets,” Arnold said with a cold smirk. “Ms. Quorn, you should be grateful and help


    me, shouldn’t you?”


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    The sea breeze blew relentlessly on Xanthe, who smiled wryly. “Are you using me to threaten Dexter?


    He won’te. You’ve made a mistake.”


    As she spoke these words, there was a touch of despair that only a mother could express.


    “Well, that’s not necessarily true. What if I end up killing you?” Arnold spoke casually, and before


    Xanthe could react, he waved his hand, signaling his men to step forward.


    As a ruthless criminal, he showed no mercy. Xanthe was knocked to the ground. Being no longer


    young, even a slightly forceful blow could be fatal.


    Meanwhile, Josie turned away, unwilling to witness any longer.


    Arnold yed with his lighter before lighting a cigarette and spoke vaguely. “What time is it?”


    No one responded for a while, and only then did Josie realize that the question was directed at her.


    She struggled to nce at the time. “Half past two.”


    “Dexter’s boat will dock in ten minutes. Keep track of the time.”


    This was undoubtedly torture.


    The sounds of fighting outside the car didn’t stop, nor did Xanthe’s agonizing cries of pain. Josie was


    restless, attempting to roll up the car window. Without even lifting his eyes, Arnold was aware and said,


    “Don’t close it.”


    All Josie could do was listen.


    She felt a chill throughout her body.


    It would take Dexter more than ten minutes to arrive. Xanthe’s life could be in danger during that time.


    Moreover, there was a good chance that Dexter might note.


    Josie still remembered Xanthe’s indifference towards her son when he was a child. It had left asting


    trauma on him.


    As an innocent child, she would often ask, “Dex, do you miss your mom?”


    A hint of vulnerability would sh in Dexter’s eyes, although he always said no.


    Josie knew deep down that he missed her, but there was nothing he could do.


    Later, when they met again, his feelings for his mother had turned into hatred.


    “If you think you can use Xanthe to your advantage, you’re mistaken,” Josie, enduring the noise


    outside, tried to reason with him. “Dexter would never give up his interests for her, let alone hand over


    Edward to you.”


    Arnold flicked off the ash from his cigarette and scoffed, “I’ve said it before. I don’t want Edward. I only


    want him to return my belongings.”


    His goal was clear, and it was a fair exchange.


    “He will nevere.”


    Arnold remained silent. About ten minutester, a ck car slowly approached, appearing like a ray of


    light in the silent night.


    Arnold curled his lips and looked at Josie. “You still don’t understand him well enough.”


    With that, he pushed open the car door and got out.


    Xanthe had been beaten within an inch of her life, her mouth bleeding profusely as shey on the


    ground, looking half-dead.


    The back door of the ck car swung open, and a pair of elegant leather shoes were the first to touch


    the ground. The man, dressed in a ck shirt, rolled up his sleeves as he walked towards Arnold with a


    solemn and dignified posture.


    “Dex…” Xanthe tried to get up as if she had seen her savior.


    The darkness of the night concealed Dexter’s eyes and brows. He nced at the person on the ground


    and slowly stopped. “Arnold, what are you doing?”


    The two men stood at a distance, facing each other. Their aura grew more intense than the darkness of


    the night.


    “Ms. Quorn took something that belongs to me and refuses to return it. I’m afraid I’ll have to trouble you


    with that.”