Chapter 808 Up For A Meal


    “Ms. Jo, Morgan is really impressive. I’ve seen the articles about him. He’s a standout from the


    powerful Bastille family.” Angel leaned towards Josie, whispering softly, her eyes never leaving the man


    on the stage.


    Josie was apathetic about the info. “He’s a posthumous child of the Bastille family. The entire Bastille


    family will belong to him in the future.”


    After all these years, she still remembered those words.


    “Really?” Angel was confused, “But I heard that the Bastille family has a second scion, Shawn. He’s


    been quite ruthless in the past six months. Morgan stood out after escaping Shawn’s. relentless pursuit


    and trap.”


    Shawn? Josie wasn’t quite sure, for her focus was on Wavery. She had no interest in keeping. up with


    the news about the Bastille family.


    “It seems that Morgan’s attendance at such an event today confirms his position as the head. of the


    Bastille family is secured.”


    Josie felt utterly bored as she listened. The look in Dexter’s eyes earlier lingered in her mind. It was


    clear and indifferent, yet meaningful.


    Once the formalities were over, the significant political and business figures began to delve into work,


    discussing future coborations. In every sentence exchanged, hundreds of millions worth of assets


    were involved.


    Josie wasn’t interested in that. She only used that as a pretext toe to Rivodia and had not intention


    of starting anything there.


    However, Dexter seemed quite interested. He sat in his seat, yet group after group of people kept


    coming up to him to chat as if he held a cornucopia instead of the mess that was Russell Group.


    “Mr. Russell, it’s truly a feat to get a free slot in your schedule.” A hearty voice belonging to a bald man


    sounded.


    “Mr. Jablon, it’s only natural that I meet you first upon entering your scene.” Dexter extended his hand,


    his movements somewhat restrained, possibly due to a shoulder injury.


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    Mr. Jablon, Eugene, didn’t seem to care about the awkward movement. Instead, he turned to the side


    and said, “This is the Mr. Bastille I often mention to you. He is one of the most. prominent figures in


    Rivodia. Even the higher-ups treat him with respect.”


    His words were filled with pride.


    Morgan stepped forward with a smile. “Mr. Russell and I go way back.”


    Dexter nodded with amusement twinkling in his eyes and shifted his position to face Josie. “Mr. Bastille


    is well known for his decisive and swift actions. I’ve always admired him.”


    “It’s thanks to Mr. Bastille that I’m able to secure this position,” Morgan said with a meaningful look.


    “How about this? Let’s go out to dinner tonight. The meal will be my treat. It’s a good setting to have a


    discussion.”


    “That’s great to hear! I heard Mr. Bastille was famed for being a big eater during his school days. How


    about that, Mr. Russell? Let’s follow Mr. Bastille’s lead tonight, shall we?”


    Eugene seemed carefree and had a heart of gold.


    On the other hand, Dexter was nonchntly indifferent, neither agreeing nor disagreeing. Thus, they


    took it as a tacit agreement.


    “Since it’s my treat, let’s include everyone’s staff as well,” Morgan suddenly suggested.


    Josie, who was observing from the sidelines, was startled by his suggestions and then found. she was


    under everyone’s scrutiny.


    She attended the conference under the name of Russell Group. When he mentioned Dexter’s


    employees, she naturally considered herself as one.


    Dexter stared into the distance and replied, “It depends on the employee’s wish.”


    Morgan also turned his gaze at her. Eugene found it strange but also looked at her curiously.


    Josie raised an eyebrow, fully aware of their ill intentions. However, it wasn’t a good time to refuse. “It’s


    my honor,” she answered.


    It was decided just like that. After the conference, Morgan’s car took the lead, guiding the vehicles


    behind him to the most famous hot spring clubhouse in Rivodia.


    Once they were settled, the server asked the type of pool they each preferred.


    When it was Josie’s turn, she was about to respond when a voice interrupted, “Medicine pool. She’s


    not in good health.”


    Morgan, standing at the very front, was the one who responded, sounding incredibly natural.