Chapter 838 Visiting The Olsen Family


    “We’re talking about his biological father. We can’t expect too much from him.” Dexter picked up a pair


    of scissors, cut off the root of the rose, and continued the conversation with a smile.


    With a gentle squint, Mark expressed his disagreement, “When do you n to let his father out?”


    Even he knew Dexter was in control of such matters.


    The young man cast a nce at Josie, who was sitting in the corner. Then, he ced the rose in the


    vase, its petals swaying gently.


    “Perhaps when he stops harming others.” Dexter chuckled. “Still, Mr. Olsen, it’s in his nature to harm


    others, so he needs to be restrained.”


    Mark took a sip of tea, his brow smoothing out. “Don’t corner a desperate enemy. If he is forced to fight


    like a trapped beast, you won’t gain any advantage.”


    Dexter didn’tment on whether it was good or bad. He simply said he understood.


    The housekeeper stepped forward to refill the coffee at the right moment. “A message just came from


    the Simmons family, saying that thedy of the house has passed away.


    Mark expressed surprise, “You mean the Mrs. Simmons who rose to power through her lover?”


    udia said, “Why are you looking at me? I haven’t been involved in worldly affairs for many years. I’m


    not clear about these things.”


    The housekeeper chimed in, “Yes, there was quite a fuss about it a couple of years ago. Everyone said


    she was very resourceful.”


    “How did she die?”


    “It was said to be a sudden death.”


    With a cold huff, Mark seemed as if he had heard a joke. “The Simmons family is a prestigious one, not


    a ce where any Tom, Dick, or Harry can rise to power. She seduced so many men with her dirty


    deeds in the past, and now she’s getting her just deserts!”


    What he said seemed to make sense, but Josie, sitting on the side, understood the hidden meaning.


    She fathomed Mark was criticizing her indirectly.


    Heather curiously asked, “Father, what’s the matter?”


    “All you need to know is that a woman who interferes in someone else’s marriage never meets a good


    end.” As Mark finished speaking, his meaningful gazended on Josie.


    She was dressed lightly, so she felt somewhat cold in the rainy weather. Her fingers were exceptionally


    pale


    Last night, Mark saw her interacting with Arnold. So, it was only natural for him to say those things that


    day.


    However, Josie felt the words were more suitable to be directed at Heather.


    She wasn’t angry either. The corners of her mouth slightly lifted in response to Mark’s gaze, tant and


    straightforward.


    Confronted with her bare gaze, Mark furrowed his brows. A kind of indescribable emotion slowly rose


    within him.


    Josie looked around, then suddenly said, “Mr. Olsen, I’ve always been curious about the structure of


    the Olsen residence while working as a designer. I wonder if I could have the opportunity to take a look


    around today.”


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    After she finished speaking, she thoughtfully added, “Laura can apany me.”


    At this point in the conversation, it seemed the host had no room for refusal. With a respectful yet


    sarcastic tone, he remarked, “I was under the impression that you had already thoroughly explored the


    Olsen residence, Ms. Warren.”


    Josie understood what he implied and responded with a smile.


    Before Laura could get up, udia stopped her, “Let me do it, Laura. You’re busy.”


    As soon as those words were spoken, Heather couldn’t sit still. She stood up. “Mother, our house is


    large, and your legs aren’t in the best condition. Let me show Ms. Warren around.”


    Her words were reasonable, but Mark gave her a sidelong nce. “You are the youngdy of the Olsen


    family. Your only duties are to enjoy coffee, arrange flowers, and apany Dex. Not just anyone has


    the right to order you around.”


    He was belittling Josie between the lines.


    On the surface, she was calm and unruffled, but inside, difort churned within Josie. Such criticism


    and belittlement were nothingpared to what she had experienced in her twenty-some years of life.


    However, as the words came from her father, Mark, she couldn’t help but take it to heart.


    Josie caught Dexter’s cryptic gaze. Looking at her, he spoke lightly. “The rain has lessened. Let’s leave


    before it stopspletely.”