Chapter 715 Important Person to Dexter


    “Mr. Carter, things went south with that shipment at the dock. The Higher-ups want exnations, and


    we’ve got a guy who can lend a hand, and he’s not in it for cash.”


    If money wasn’t on the table, then the stakes were high.


    Arnold nonchntly continued with whatever he was fiddling with.


    “Since there’s an open door, why do you still ask me?”


    The fact that this person wasn’t asking for money meant that the situation was dire, and he needed aid


    in earnest.


    “He’s got a ten-year-old daughter. The problem is, her mom’s got ties to the Russells. We don’t want


    any mess,” Scar exined, casting a careful look at Josie.


    She arched an eyebrow, signaling him to borate.


    “What’s the wife’s link with the Russells?”


    “No blood ties, just a loose connection. But the catch is that Dexter brought out the Russellworkst


    night. Worried it might blow up in our faces, Scar shared cautiously.


    So they were treading carefully.


    Arnold nced at Josie and said with a mocking tone, “Oh? Why the sudden Russellwork rollout?”


    Scar carried on, “Heard it’s a manhunt.”


    “Sounds like it’s someone pretty darn important to him.”This belongs to N?velDrama.Org: ?.


    Josie’s irritation grew with his constant reproach and sardonic gazes. She stood up abruptly, wanting


    fresh air, but a bodyguard blocked her path at the doorway.


    Without looking at Arnold, she quipped, “Is this your idea of treating a guest?”


    Arnold twiddled a ring on his finger and said casually, “Aren’t you curious about where Wyatt’s hiding?”


    “What can I do if you refuse to tell? Beat it out of you?”


    Arnold grabbed a half-empty wine bottle and ced it before her, saying, “This one’s pretty mild. Down


    it, and I’ll let you in on the secret.”


    Under the dim light, their eyes locked, each harboring their own motiyes despite the distance.


    “I mean it.”


    Josie grabbed the bottle of wine and drank it down.


    However, drinking wasn’t her game.


    The fiery liquor scorched her throat, leaving tears prickling her eyes.


    As she downed the drink, a cluster of intrigued eyes was fixed on her, their amused voices merging into


    a yful hubbub.