NovelEnglish"Don't you know, Mr. Bastille? Mr. Russell has been seen with a woman lately. He's been spoiling her a lot these days." As his words fell, Morgan glanced at Josie and passed her a card. "What kind of woman?" "Obviously, a beautiful woman. But more importantly, the woman's backer is supposedly someone with the surnZastrow." "Which Zastrow?" "Who else could it be? There's only one Zastrow in Wavery's government agency, right?" Jeffrey winked ambiguously. "I heard he sent two flower arrangements to celebrate Mandarin Oriental Hotel's reopening today." Morgan understood.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtTiffany added, "That's right. Mr. Russell is truly outstanding. If we could establish a connection with him, it would be like a golden ticket, a solution to all our worries." Morgan chuckled lightly. "So, that's what he meant by finding another way out." His voice was low, and only Josie heard it. Suddenly, she felt the air in the room becoming suffocating.
"Oh, I saw that woman from afar just now. Her side profile looks a bit like this young lady here." Tiffany observed Josie curiously. Josie lowered her eyes and played the colored joker.
She guessed the other joker was in Morgan's hand, but he didn't play it. "It's not fair to compare like that. Everyone is an individual. Maybe Dexter likes that lady's elegant demeanor, but what I like is her calm and graceful demeanor.” Her words were ambiguous, and everyone started to laugh.
In just forty minutes, Josie's chips were overflowing. She grew uninterested. "I'm done playing." Tiffany wasn't too pleased. "You won over a million from our table, and now you don't want to play anymore? Do you even consider us humans?" Josie took her coat and put it back on. "No matter how much I win, isn't there always someone who will compensate you?" The scene fell silent for a moment. No one expected her to be so bold.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmMorgan didn't attempt to stop them. He simply gave a slight nod to the others, following Josie at a leisurely pace. "Are you upset?" Upon leaving the private room, they were met with a bustling crowd.
et Josie leaned against the railing, overlooking the card tables in the hall. "Have you ever considered this? If I had won hundreds of millions today, would you still cover for me?" "As long as you're happy, nothing else matters." Josie snorted.
Morgan clicked his tongue and lifted her chin. "I really want to give you a mirror to see how you look right now. You're no different from someone who's lost a loved one." Josie swatted his hand away.
"Just because he's with a new woman, you're this upset? Stop givingthat look." Below, the flower arrangements were all labeled with names written in red silk. Josie found one named "Salazar Zastrow." This nwas familiar to her, as she had often heard it in the news. Ryan rushed over, and Morgan was also staring at the nin a daze. Ryan hesitated, "It's him. I checked. The investigation team couldn't find any problems for half a month When they were about to force out a confession, he cout to greet them, and Dexter was released." Morgan wasn't surprised. "Dexter's ability to get his help is commendable. I admire him." "But..." "Salazar isn't someone who can be swayed by fand fortune. Over the years, he rarely showed any weaknesses. Go and find out what Dexter used to sway Salazar." "Isn't the result out? That woman might be his daughter." Morgan tapped his fingers thoughtfully. "Salazar has no daughters, only an illegitimate son who isn't acknowledged living abroad." "Could it be a relative's child?" "Let's check first." Ryan left.
Josie moved with the crowd, hands tucked in his pockets. She heard Morgan ask, “What are you thinking?" "I don't understand." * Privacy
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