Chapter 886 Ruining Her Life
“No… I didn’t…” As weakness gripped her body, Heather attempted to meekly herself to udia and
Mark.
Both of them looked upset, as the situation was getting out of control.
There were countless photos being yed on the screen.
Suddenly, Heather realized something. Her gaze swept around until it finally settled on a figure to her
rear left. A white silhouette stood there with her chest puffed. The figure shed a faint smile, eyes
glistening in schadenfreude.
Josie simply looked at Heather and smiled, then she mouthed the words across the distance. “Happy
Birthday.”
Heather’s vision went dark. She could no longer hold herself up as shepletely passed out.
Another wave of chaos ensued.
Josie closed her eyes and said to herself, “Happy birthday, Liana. I’m sorry. I just found out today is
your birthday.”
When she opened her eyes again, what she saw were a pair of eyes, cold yet filled with rage, staring at
her from a distance.
Two hourster, the venue was emptied. All the artworks were organized and stored away. The
painting suspected of giarism was also taken down and handed over to thewyers to deal with.
Heather was taken to the hospital, with udia and Laura apanying her. Mark, however, returned
to the Olsen Residence alone.
With the ce emptied out, there was a deste air, to it.
Josie remained standing in ce, with Morgan by her side. After an unknown amount of time, she
finally moved. “Let’s go.”
“This drama has really worn me out,” he said, expressionless, as he ced his hand on her shoulder
and gently patted it tofort her.
Upon reaching the entrance, Morgan went to fetch the car, while Josie stood by the roadside. However,
she was stopped by someone. All the bodyguards from the establishment sprang into action, solely
preventing her from leaving.
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“I’m sorry, Ms. Warren. You cannot leave today.”
Josie’s hand trembled slightly as she said in a deep voice, “Tell Dexter not to don’t go too far!”
The bodyguard was in a bind. ncing in the direction where Morgan was driving from, he quickly
said, “Ms. Warren, please don’t put us in a difficult position. We’re just trying to do our duty.”
It was still the same room, with the lights turned off and the curtains tightly drawn. Barely a sliver of
light could be seen.
Josie sat on the couch, her back still perfectly straight. If one looked closely, one could see a trail of
blood at the corner of her mouth. Because it had coagted, it was startlingly noticeable.
A slender figure stood in front of her, blocking her way. The deep voice was filled with unconceble
anger.
“How long have you been nning this?”
“Less than two weeks,” she said, feeling a sting in her mouth while speaking.
Who would have thought that just a few hours ago, she was kissed by him right here, and now, the
scene. was so different it felt ironic.
Dexter let out a snigger. “You’re quite capable, aren’t you?”
She didn’t reply.
“How did you know she giarized?”
“I deliberately left an art book for her, guessing that she would copy the paintings in it. All I needed to
know was which one she chose, and I had someone locate the original.”
It was a meticulously crafted n, or to be more precise, a trap to draw Heather in.
“After that, you arranged for Morgan to bribe my people not to bid, right?” He hit the nail on the head,
for it wasn’t difficult to guess.
Dexter crouched down, gently caressing the red mark on her face. He sounded as if he was sighing.
“Why did you do this?”
“Actually, she had every chance to avoid this oue, if only she hadn’t giarized.” Josie wanted to
laugh, but the corner of her mouth hurt when she tried to smile. “But she did giarize, and this is what
she deserves!”
The moment the words were spoken, Dexter’s caressing touch turned into a grip. He tightened it as his
rage reached its peak. “What does this have anything to do with you, Josie? Do you know that you’ve
ruined her life?”