Chapter 877 A Gift
Before Saturday could arrive, Josie was swamped with work on her end.
First, there wereplications with the project at the seaside hotel project, with the person in charge
on Russell Group side being uncooperative. To put it inly, they were deliberately making things
difficult. Josie’s design draft had been revised more than a dozen times, and in the end, the other party
smiled and said, “Ms. Olsen, how about reverting to the first version?”
Josie’s expression changed immediately upon hearing this.
The person felt a chill down their spine, almost expecting her to flip the table.
However, she just smiled and said, “Is it okay if I submit it tomorrow?”
The person swallowed hard and nodded vigorously.
While she was still fuming, Morgan made a call to her. She answered impatiently, “What is it?”
“Aren’t we a couple? Not seeing your boyfriend for a few days isn’t normal, is it?” Morgan’s voice came
through, and there were other voices in the background.
Josie replied boldly, “You’re taking yourself too seriously. I don’t have time right now.”
“When will you have time?”
Josie replied sarcastically, “Go kill Dexter for me.”
She stared at the design on theputer, gritting her teeth in frustration.
Morgan paused for a moment, then chuckled softly. “That’s a bit troublesome, but it’s not impossible.”
Josie wasn’t in the mood for his banter and shook her head. “Where to?”
“I’m heading to andmark in Wavery. I’ve never had the chance to visit it. It’s the Mandarin Oriental
Hotel.”
Josie raised an eyebrow.
Mandarin Oriental Hotel was famous for its nightlife. When Josie arrived, Morgan was wearing a casual
floral shirt. He stood at the entrance, taking photos. He looked like a carefree young master as he
remarked, “It’s a whitewashed La Oriele.”
Josie stepped into his shot. “Mr. Bastille, did you bring a few billion here to gamble?”
Morgan pressed the shutter and said, “You seem pretty irritated.”
“If you had to revise the drafts over a dozen times, you’d be irritated too.”
Heughed and took her backpack, which felt heavy because of theptop.
Morgan didn’te here to gamble. He asked for a private room and sat down quietly to have a meal.
He waited until Josie put down her fork before signaling Ryan toe over.
He was holding a transparent box, and inside, there was a piece of porcin.
“I bought this a while ago. It’s for you.”
Josie was surprised. The porcin seemed to be an antique porcin bowl from the Turan dynasty It
was finely crafted and valuable in today’s market.
She didn’t understand. “Why are you giving this to me?”
“It’s my gift for you. I picked it out carefully.”
Josie looked at it closely. As a designer, she had a keen sense of these artifacts. She had learned how
to appraise genuine items from Morgan during her university days.
The ze on this piece flowed smoothly, and the colors were natural, almost indistinguishable from
modern craftsmanship. But….
“You’re giving me a fake.” She saw through it immediately.
Morgan was staring at her face all along. At this moment, hepletely gave up his act. “Looks like
you haven’t forgotten what I taught you.”
Josie scolded him for doing that..
He casually took out herptop and ced it on the table. “Password. Let me take a look at your
design.”
Property belongs to N?vel(D)r/ama.Org.
When he said this, it was as if he was back to his old ways when he taught her professionally.
Josie reluctantly typed in the password to unlock it for him.
“Now that you’re a big shot, you still remember your profession?” she asked sarcastically.
The design was fine; the problemy with Dexter. He was deliberately making things difficult for her
intentionally.
“It’s really hard for me now.” Morgan sighed. He typed a series of codes on theputer quickly. Soon,
al surveince feed appeared on the screen. “Let’s see something that I can understand.”