Chapter 972
“That’s broadly it. As long as she doesn’t board a ne, she’lle to Rivodia to find me,” Morgan
finished, ncing provocatively at Dexter.
D*mn Rivodia.
A faint smile surfaced on Dexter’s face. The thought that her obedience yesterday was all for the
purpose of eloping with Morgan felt like a knife piercing his heart.
“The most important thing right now is to find her.” Zachariah anxiously nced at Dexter’s expression.
“Based on what you said, you would have arranged for someone to meet Josie after she left the airport.
Why didn’t they meet her?”
The topic triggered a look of embarrassment on Morgan’s face. “There was a mix-up in the
arrangements.”
“Your timing for this mistake couldn’t be more impable,” Dexter said with a hint of indifference in his
voice.
“You…” Morgan retorted, “What about you? You can’t even hold onto what’s in your hands.”
Zachariah clicked his tongue. “Do you guys… have any ideas?”
Morgan pulled out a tissue from the desk, decisively wiping away the blood. He spoke deliberately,
word by word. “This is a question for Mr. Russell. After making so many enemies for her, there must be
at least one suspect, right? Oh wait, you’re about to get married, where would you find the time?
Dexter, if I find her, Josie will have nothing to do with you going forward. You’d better know what’s good
for you!”
Morgan crumpled the tissue into a ball and tossed it at Dexter’s feet. Then, he stormed out of the office
the office.
When Calvin entered, he happened to run into the leaving Morgan. Frowning, he asked, “Why is he
here?”
Zachariah touched the tip of his nose, signaling with his eyes. Calvin then saw the gloomy Dexter
sitting by the side, his gaze as cold as ice, clearly indicating that strangers were not wee.
Calvin cleared his throat. “I’ve sent people from the country club to look for her. They will take some
time to do so.”
Dexter did not respond.
He rubbed his fingers with an indifferent expression, distracted by the thoughts racing in his mind.
The phone lying beside him rang. Seeing the caller ID showing Heather, Zachariah felt as if he had
been handed a hot potato. He was in a dilemma, unsure whether to answer or ignore the call.
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When the phone continued to ring, Dexter nced sideways, and the relieved Zachariah answered the
call and set it aside.
“Hey, Liana,” he said.
Heather was taken aback for a moment. “Oh, Zachariah? Howe you’re the one who’s answering?
Where’s Dex?”
“Dax… is busy with something. You can tell me what you need instead.” Zachariah lied without batting
an eye. “What’s the matter?”
Heather let out a sigh, her voice sweet and clear. “Tomorrow is the wedding. We need to go through the
procedures at the venue. Can you tell Dax for me? I’ll be waiting for him here.”
Zachariah looked toward Dexter, seeking his opinion.
Dexter’s thin lips pursed as he scrolled through his phone. “Understood.” He then hung up.
With one hand, he unbuttoned his shirt and headed straight into the bathroom inside the lounge.
By the time he emerged again, his wounds had already been tended to and he had changed into a
fresh set of clothes. He instructed Larry to prepare the car.
“Are you really leaving?” Zachariah couldn’t quiteprehend Dexter’s actions. “We haven’t found
Josie yet.”
“The coboration between Russell Group and the Olsen family cannot be halted. We can’t afford to
have the capital flow break.”
Dexter’s reply was sinct and to the point. He casually picked out a tie and promptly left the office.
Dexter’s decisiveness and ability to discern pros and cons under pressure drew Zachariah’s
admiration. “No wonder he is capable of serving as Russell Group’s CEO.”
Leaning to one side, Calvin had an epiphany. “He is forcing himself to stay busy. Otherwise, he
wouldn’t be able to control his emotions.”
The Olsen family was marrying off their daughter, and naturally, they wanted the best in every aspect.
The venue was set at thergest hotel in Wavery, with the entire building reserved for the event. As a
result, the staff members bustled about.