“I’m not. It’s a thank-you gift, Dexter said, carrying himself with measured grace, devoid of any hint of deceit or ill-intent. Instead, he radiated a deep sense of peace and propriety.
“The two years I spent with Alice, and the year and a bit with Grape, are invaluable. You can’t put a price tag of eighty million on them, Mr. Russell, Please take it back.”
As men, they naturally harbored a sense of competition. Lachlan was not willing to fall behind so easily.
Dexter remained calm and said, “Mr. Keller, you are indeed bold, investing heavily in the emerging industry of e-sports. This field will have great potential for development in the future. Your vision is not wrong. If my memory serves me right, it’s the transfer period now, isn’t it? Doesn’t buying and selling players require money? And purchasing a seat would also cost a significant amount, wouldn’t it?” Dexter smirked. “If I were you, I would take the eighty million.”
His eyes were calm, yet Lachlan could clearly perceive his underlying message.
While Lachlan remained silent, Dexter reached out his hand. “You have potential, Mr. Keller.”
It was nearly impossible to refuse.
In the end, Lachlan gave in and shook hands with him. Eighty million was no small sum. Dexter tightened his grip instinctively. “By the way, her name isn’t Alice. It’s Josie. Two years is nothing. I’ve known her since I was eight.”
That day marked the beginning of the hundred- day contract, and Dexter planned to deal with Lachlan first.
The warmth quickly drained from Lachlan’s hand as Dexter released his grip.
Yes, they even have a child.
Two days later, Josie planned to attend the investment meeting.
“With what status?” Dexter sat in his study in the mansion halfway up the mountain. It was peculiar that Grape didn’t like to play with girls’ toys, but she was rather interested in his collection of books and contracts.
Both adults never took their eyes off the child.
“I consider myself a talent who has returned to her homeland. Surely Rivodia would be unable to accommodate me. Besides, you’re powerful, Mr. Russell. Can’t you handle such a small matter?” Josie said, mocking him.
Dexter cast her a glance. “I have no intention of letting you continue associating with Arnold.”
“He’s Robyn, not Arnold.”
Josie always knew how to make him angry.
Dexter couldn’t help but laugh. “He has assumed countless identities, yet his affection for you has never wavered.”
His words didn’t sound pleasant to the ears. Josie retorted, “I’ve also changed quite a few identities, but aren’t you still sticking around me like a piece of gum, Mr. Russell?”
In the end, Josie decided to go in person. With her status as an architect, coupled with Larry’s arrangements behind the scenes, she was able to enter the venue directly.
Robyn, no, Arnold, was standing on the stage, delivering a speech.
Josie stood beneath the stage, not watching for long when Dexter silently entered. He took a seat in the corner, diagonally opposite her, so that she could see him as soon as she lifted her head.
She took a deep breath.
The staff seemed surprised by his arrival, reporting something to him. Dexter responded indifferently. It was unclear how much he actually absorbed.
He had always been adept in such situations, and it had been the same every day during the two years they had lost contact. He texted: What are you looking at?
She replied: The capitalist.
A faint smile appeared at the corner of Dexter’s mouth. He replied: It’s chilly today. Remember to wear a coat when you go out. Josie glanced at her exposed arms. It isn’t even autumn yet. Where does the chill come from?
She recalled that Dexter used to dislike hot weather in the past, but now he was extremely sensitive to the cold. What could be the reason behind this sudden change in his body?
Josie was considering whether to respond or not when she received a message from an unfamiliar number.
The message said: Why aren’t you paying attention when you’re here to listen to my speech?
She immediately raised her head.
Arnold stood on the stage, giving her a disturbing smirk.
