NovelEnglishJosie spoke slowly, deliberately avoiding any mention of the terms of the exchange between Arnold and herself.
Not far away, Arnold noticed them. He lit a cigarette and leaned against a charred pillar, watching intently.
Dexter loosened his shirt collar. "Grape is my daughter, and | will protect her no matter what." "That would be for the best." She didn't deny the first part.
After saying that, she left. Dexter followed closely behind at a steady pace. "I will be staying in Rivodia for a while. Later, someone will cto pick you and Grape up and take you to my place." Josie did not respond to that.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Your company took quite a risk using that photo for the cover." On the top floor of Rivodia's tallest building, a man stood before the floor-to-ceiling window, casually surveying the scenery below.
"You don't know? Is that how you plan to resolve the matter?" He let out a soft chuckle, ended the call, and casually tossed his phone onto the couch.
Before long, someone would legally handle the newspaper company.
Sounds echoed from the bathroom, and a woman, her hair wet and wrapped in a bath towel, emerged. She walked out seductively and embraced him from behind.
"What's the matter, Mr. Bastille? You seem quite upset." When desire filled him, Morgan treated her like a human being. But now, without that desire, she was no different from a dog to him.
"Go find Ryan to get the money." The woman's voice was soft and flirtatious. "Mr. Bastille, what do you takefor? | don't want your money." "If you wait any longer, you won't get the money at all." The sound of high heels echoed from outside, growing closer with each step. As they entered the office, the woman turned around in confusion, only to be met with the sight of a tall woman dressed in business attire. Her hair had a touch of green, and she stood at a distance.
"Who are you..." "Leave," the other party said indifferently.
"You!" "If you don't leave now, forget about wearing that bath towel." The woman was defiant, but seeing that Morgan made no move, she had no choice but to swallow her pride and quickly walk away.
Within the expansive office, a hint of desire subtly filled the air.
A magazine lay on the table, its cover prominently featuring news from a week ago.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"I didn't expect to be caught on camera." Her voice trembled, silently pleading for understanding.
"Laura, you've crossed the line too many times in these past two years." Morgan turned around, gazing at her intently.
Laura looked up, fear evident in her eyes. "It wasn't intentional. There won't be a next time. You know me. If | wanted to make it public, | wouldn't have done it this way." "How would you have done it, then?" "I..." Laura's words reached the tip of her tongue, but she found herself unable to speak them.
Morgan used the cigarette in his hand to lift a strand of her hair. "Our relationship ends here." Laura was completely flustered. She clung to Morgan's arm. "l don't want it to end." "You've always been obedient. Be obedient this ttoo, right? Be good. Don't embarrass me," Morgan said with utmost gentleness.
However, Laura trembled.
"For these past two years, I've never interfered with whoever you were with. I've helped you obtain whatever you wanted. Why don't you wantanymore? Are you tired of me? | suppose it makes sense. After two years, you should be tired." Morgan shook his head.
"Our collaboration is based on mutual support. You providewith assistance, and | reciprocate. Currently, within the Olsen family, no one can rival your abilities, isn't that correct?" Yes, but...
"Then why?" She furrowed her brow in confusion.
"Josie has cback." He had just received the news.
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