Chapter 818 One Of The Partners


    Josie wanted to ask something, but couldn’t find the words. “…Thank you.”


    Realizing that the man before her had once braved storms with her during their youth, Josie felt a


    peculiar sensation. Unfortunately, he was unaware that she was Liana.


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    In fact, there were times when she was upset because of Liana. In other words, she was jealous of


    herself.


    She turned around, and Dexter suddenly spoke. “After Morgan went abroad, he had been with several


    women.”


    Speaking of which, Josie furrowed her brows, turning around to ask, “What are you trying to say?”


    Dexter reached into his pocket, contemting lighting another cigarette. However, he decided against


    it. upon realizing something. “Your first love isn’t loyal to you.”


    Josie moved forward.


    “He prioritizes his own interests. He has no feelings for you.”


    Josie paused again, finding his words somewhat amusing. “Mr. Russell, you seem to care a lot about


    me.”


    Dexter remained silent without giving a response.


    She looked at the man standing a step below her when a sudden mischievous thought crossed her


    mind. “It’s quite normal for an adult man to have women around him. What matters is to whom his heart


    belongs and for whom he is willing to make sacrifices. Isn’t that right, Mr. Russell?”


    Dexter narrowed his eyes slightly.


    “After we got married, can you say there haven’t been any women around you putting on a show?” Her


    mockery intensified.


    Dexter cut straight to the point. “Can you ept him?”


    Josie looked serious. “I’m still considering.”


    Dexter didn’t hold back. He lit up a cigarette and said, “Your rtionship with me isn’t pure. Morgan is


    trying to be with you simply because he wants to control me and even Wavery’s economy through you.


    When men act, their performance is no less convincing than women.”


    It was difficult to tell if Josie understood itpletely or not. “Isn’t that the same as what you did at the


    beginning? I’m already used to it.”


    As the ash from Dexter’s cigarette fell, the look in his eyes grew indifferent. “First love is indeed


    different. You can’t ept my act, yet you can ept his.”


    Josir chuckled softly as if she could smell the hint of jealousy that wasn’t really there.


    “The Bastille family will never ept a woman without a background or pedigree as Mrs. Bastille. If


    you’re na?ve enough to believe otherwise, then only disappointment awaits you.” Dexter stared at her


    as he spoke word by word.”


    It seemed he already knew most of what she had discussed with Morgan earlier.


    Josie nced at the ceiling, feigning nonchnce. “What if he’s just so in love with me that he can’t


    help. himself? Moreover, what if my time in the Bastille family just so happened to be smooth sailing?”


    Dexter chuckled quietly, stepping upward, instantly towering over her by more than a head. He leaned


    down, whispering into her ear, “There’s absolutely no chance of that happening.”


    Josie instinctively shivered as he leaned toward her, feeling a burning itch in her ear.


    “One is the city’s biggest taxpayer in the open, the other is the emperor of the city’s underground. Do


    you think they could peacefully coexist in this city without colluding?” Dexter moved closer, whispering


    softly, his thin lips barely brushing against her earlobe.


    Such contact was like a cruel torture.


    “Morgan’s not just an investor at La Oriele. He’s also one of the partners. Has he mentioned this to


    you?” Dexter looked at her furrowed brows. “It seems he hasn’t. You’ve been messing around with


    Arnold. How much do you think he knows? It’s foolish of you to judge such a secretive person solely by


    their outward appearance.”


    Dexter’s cigarette burnedpletely, searing his fingertips. He tossed it on the ground, stamped it out,


    and walked away.


    Josie stood still, watching his silhouette disappear into the light, feeling almost drained of all strength.


    The situation was far moreplex than she had imagined. Breaking free from it was not as simple as


    she thought.


    Josie returned to her room and immediately plugged the USB into herputer. One by one, the


    images, appeared. As expected, the man’s face in those images was that of the unconscious Arnold.


    After she finished viewing the pictures, she discovered something


    Every photo was deliberately taken to avoid her back so that her birthmark was never captured.