“That’s basically it. As long as she doesn’t board a plane, she’ll come to Rivodia to find me,” Morgan finished, glancing provocatively at Dexter.
D*mn Rivodia.
A faint smile appeared on Dexter’s face. The realization that her compliance yesterday was all for the purpose of eloping with Morgan felt like a dagger through his heart.
“The most important thing right now is to find her.” Zachariah anxiously glanced at Dexter’s expression. “Based on what you said, you would have arranged for someone to meet Josie after she left the airport. Why didn’t they meet her?”
The topic triggered a look of embarrassment on Morgan’s face. “There was a mix-up in the arrangements.”
“Your timing for this mistake couldn’t be more perfect,” Dexter said with a hint of indifference in his voice.
“You…” Morgan retorted, “What about you? You can’t even hold onto what’s in your hands.”
Zachariah clicked his tongue. “Do you guys… have any ideas?”
Morgan pulled out a tissue from the desk, decisively wiping away the blood. He spoke deliberately, word by word. “This is a question for Mr. Russell. After making so many enemies for her, there must be at least one suspect, right? Oh wait, you’re about to get married, where would you find the time? Dexter, if I find her, Josie will have nothing to do with you in the future. You’d better know what’s best for you!”
Morgan crumpled the tissue into a ball and tossed it at Dexter’s feet. Then, he stormed out of the office.
When Calvin entered, he happened to run into Morgan leaving. Frowning, he asked, “Why is he here?”
Zachariah touched the tip of his nose, signaling with his eyes. Calvin then saw the gloomy Dexter sitting by the side, his gaze as cold as ice, clearly indicating that strangers were not welcome.
Calvin cleared his throat. “I’ve sent people from the country club to look for her. It will take some time.
Dexter did not respond.
He rubbed his fingers with an indifferent expression, distracted by the thoughts racing in his mind.
The phone lying beside him rang. Seeing the caller ID showing Heather, Zachariah felt as if he had been handed a hot potato. He was in a dilemma, unsure whether to answer or ignore the call.
When the phone continued to ring, Dexter glanced sideways, and the relieved Zachariah answered the call and set it aside.
“Hey, Liana,” he said. Heather was taken aback for a moment. “Oh, Zachariah? How come you’re the one answering? Where’s Dex?”
“Dax… is busy with something. You can tell me what you need instead.” Zachariah lied without hesitation. “What’s the matter?”
Heather let out a sigh, her voice sweet and clear. “Tomorrow is the wedding. We need to go through the procedures at the venue. Can you tell Dex for me? I’ll be waiting for him here.”
Zachariah looked towards Dexter, seeking his opinion. Dexter’s thin lips pursed as he scrolled through his phone. “Understood.” He then hung up.
With one hand, he unbuttoned his shirt and headed straight into the bathroom inside the lounge.
By the time he emerged again, his wounds had already been tended to and he had changed into a fresh set of clothes. He instructed Larry to prepare the car.
“Are you really leaving?” Zachariah couldn’t quite comprehend Dexter’s actions. “We haven’t found Josie yet.”
“The collaboration between Russell Group and the Olsen family cannot be interrupted. We can’t afford to have the capital flow disrupted.”
Dexter’s reply was concise and to the point. He casually picked out a tie and promptly left the office.
Dexter’s decisiveness and ability to analyze pros and cons under pressure drew Zachariah’s admiration. “No wonder he is capable of serving as Russell Group’s CEO.”
Leaning to one side, Calvin had an epiphany. “He is forcing himself to stay busy. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be able to control his emotions.”
The Olsen family was marrying off their daughter, and naturally, they wanted the best in every aspect. The venue was set at the largest hotel in Wavery, with the entire building reserved for the event. As a result, the staff members bustled about.
