Chapter 97


    Chapter 97 Would You Divorce Me?


    “Correct me if I’m mistaken, Mr. Lane, but just a few days ago, you made it clear that you would rather


    hand over Landon to Arnold Cartier than give me a chance, Dexter chuckled softly, his face clouding


    over in the dim lighting.


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    Martin swallowed, narrowing his eyes. “Mr. Russell, let’s be honest here. I could easily use Alex’s injury


    assessment to take your employee to court. You won’t even have the time to contend with me


    anymore.”


    Thinking of Josic, Dexter’s usually expressionless face changed slightly. He set down his cup and


    asked. “Mr. Lane, do you know where your brother took Justin Warren out from?”


    “Who is Justin Warren?” Martin couldn’t even follow where Dexter’s question was leading him to.


    “He is the person that started all these, Dexter reminded.


    “Where?”


    “My hotel, Mandarin Oriental. Dexter, the man always under control, revealed a sinister smile. “Your


    brother has been doing all the illegal deeds. He has blood stains all over his hands from all these


    years, not to mention usury. I could expose him with the proof of him engaging in violence and debt


    collection


    alone.”


    Martin hadn’t been handling things personally for years, so it wasn’t surprising that he was unaware of


    Dexter’s capability. He snorted, “Mr. Russell, don’t forget. I have connections.”


    “Mr. Lane, there’s a reason why Mandarin Oriental has steadily stood its ce in Wavery for so many


    years, Dexter spoke faster, exuding apelling momentum that silenced people.


    That night was destined to end in discord, and the conversation ended with his facepletely


    darkened.


    “Now I wonder if Mr. Lane’s people can save you from the charge of embezzling public funds.”


    The waiter came in with tea, and Dexter stepped forward, walking past him and out of the private room.


    Ivy, who was waiting outside, immediately followed. “Mr. Russell, isn’t this too radical? We haven’t


    secured Landon yet. What if they managed to save Martin?”


    “It won’t happen,” Dexter replied decisively.


    Ivy was slightly stunned. She had followed this man for years and rarely saw him being irrational.


    However, she had already witnessed him losing control so many times in this project, and all of it was


    rted to that woman.


    “Make sure to clean up the mess at Mandarin Oriental, and don’t give anyone a handle,” Dexter


    reminded in a low voice.


    “Got it. How about the situation with that employee? Should I go on behalf of thepany to offer


    condolences?”


    “No need, Dexter said, tilting his head and ncing at her.


    Stunned, Ivy pursed her lips, a wave of jealousy thrummed through her.


    “What has Arnold Carter been up to recently?”


    “There was an incident in his project, and someone died. Public rtions hadn’t been handled properly,


    so


    he went to deal with it. He’s been stretched thin in Wavery recently.”


    “Alright.”


    Dexter snapped out of his recollection, and his gaze fell on Josie, who was half–leaning on the table.


    She had poured a bowl of corn rib soup and brought it to him.


    “It’s sweet. Want to taste it?”


    She smiled sweetly, not caring whether he had eaten or not.


    Dexter took over the bowl. His eating manners were elegant, sipping it in tiny mouthfuls, and he quickly


    finished it. “Did you remove the bandages at the hospital today?”


    “Well, there’s still a scar, and it’s really unsightly since it’s not healed properly,” Josie said.


    “The wound is not deep. It will be fine in a few days,” Dexter reassured her, gently pinching her chin as


    he examined her scar under the bright light.


    Josie felt ufortable with the physical contact; her body tensed, and her gaze fixed on him. “Dexter,


    would you divorce me if the scar on my face wouldn’t heal?”