I ignored Damien and urged Dexter to co ho with .
"Sophia..." Damien called my na in a slightly anxious tone.
"Damien, don’t scare ... She’s not Sophia. She just bears a slight resemblance to her." Lisa’ face paled with fear as she swiftly restrained Damien, preventing him from getting up. "Your wound is severe. Stop moving around."
Juliet glanced at with red, provocative eyes. She was clearly conveying that she had once again won the bet. Luck was on her side, and Damien regained consciousness. If Damien agreed to marry her, she wouldn’t have to try so hard to contact the mysterious man from Crowdstar Group.
"Damien... I’m glad you’re conscious now. I thought you... lost hope, thinking it was the end, but thankfully, Mrs. Coleman found in ti." Juliet cried.
Damien’s gaze was fixed on , brimming with unspoken words.
Juliet’s eyes grew even redder as she noticed Damien’s lack of response to her words.
"Damien, it’s good that you’re finally awake. Take good care of your injuries and treat Juliet well in the future." Lisa sighed.
I made my way to the door, casting a glance back at Damien, whose eyes were fixed on . With a sneer, I proceeded to lead Dexter away.
"Stop staring at him," Dexter said unhappily, gripping my hand tighter.
He then cursed Damien softly, "He’s blind."
I nodded and smiled at Dexter. "You’re right."
Violette noticed that Zion was in a bad mood and not paying attention. It was probably because of sothing Eason, the genius, said today.
"Are you that fragile?" Violette asked quietly.
Zion did not respond..
"More fragile than glass." Violette sighed and continued talking to Zion, "Zion, ignore the nonsense of that supposed genius. There must be sothing–off about that person. I think he seems more like a gangster."
I glanced at Violette, who was comforting Zion. I couldn’t help but smile.
I only t Violette after my parents passed away and when I transferred to Damien’s high school. We decided to attend the sa university. While she was keen on dicine, I leaned toward mathematics.
Unfortunately, I didn’t possess Dexter’s inherent talent and intelligence, so I opted for a more conventional major.
Violette was an incredibly kind person. She and I both had a small circle of friends, so we relied on each other a lot. Because of family circumstances, she often felt isolated and lost. The two of us shared a deep, unspoken understanding and harmony.
Sotis, I felt that friendship was the most genuine relationship. Unlike family, friends were not bound by blood. They simply chose to be with each other.
During my most vulnerable monts, Violette was constantly by my side, offering unwavering support and assistance. She shared in my tears and laughter without reservation. Even after my death, she continued to search for the real culprit.
"Take good care of Officer Landon." I waved my hand at Violette.
As Ewan approached, Violette greeted him with a nod before hopping into Zion’s car. She stepped on the accelerator and reversed the car, imdiately driving Zion away from the scene. Even from the roadside, I could clearly see the panic in Zion’s face.
I always rembered the mont when Violette and I got our driver’s licenses after high school. We used to joke that if we ever hit the road, we’d be a threat to everyone!
"Mr. Black, Mrs. Black." Ewan held the car door open and gestured for us to get in.
"Have the police completed taking down your statent?" I asked.
Ewan acknowledged. "We supported Sammie, but we were unaware of his involvent in the killing."
I didn’t ask any more questions and got into the car.
Along the way, I kept thinking about the note Eason handed . He wanted to et tomorrow at noon. He also said not to tell Dexter.
Eason was a policeman, so there should be no danger in eting him. However, the secret nature of our eting left wondering about his intentions. He ntioned wanting to take sowhere. Where could he be leading ?
"Sophia..." Dexter called out. He noticed how distracted I was and tugged on my hand cautiously.
"Mr. Black, you’ll need to attend a charity gala next month," Ewan said as he glanced at Dexter through the rearview mirror.
"I’m not going," Dexter replied unhappily.
He was socially anxious, so he hated attending social events as such.
"You’ve just taken over the Black Group, so you’ll need to take part in social events like these." Ewan persuaded helplessly.
"How annoying..." Dexter said with petulance. He was getting a little angry.
I propped my head up and looked at Dexter. I was suddenly amused by him.
His angry expression made him look like a child who was being forced by his parents to visit distant relatives he didn’t like.
"Dexter, we have to attend the charity gala. Mr. Martin has been released on bail and claims that others have taken the bla for his illegal actions. Dax believes that we’re sohow involved. Mr. Martin is less likely to let us off the hook now that he’s been released," I sighed.
I continued, "I heard that a big shot from Crowdstar Group will be attending the charity gala too. He’s been rumored to be quite extraordinary in recent years."
Dexter was taken aback to hear that. He cast a sidelong glance at and asked, "Sophia, do your want to go?"
I nodded in response. Even though our main objective was to figure out who the main culprit was, we had to prioritize staying alive over anything else.
"It was clear that Martin didn’t want Dexter and I to live. If we could et the mysterious president of Crowdstar Group this ti, it might help boost our status in the Black family.
"Yeah, I’ve heard that Crowdstar Group’s president is very capable. He can help us out of our current predicant and further cent your position in the Black Group," I whispered.
Ewan must have hit the brakes a bit too hard at that mont. I almost fell out of my seat, but Dexter managed to catch .
Dexter frowned at Ewan.
"Sorry, I got a bit distracted for a mont," Ewan apologized.
"Do you know anything about Crowdstar Group’s president, Mr. Bart? You’ve been part of this industry for a while now, haven’t you?" I asked Ewan if he had any knowledge of the president of Crowdstar Group.
"I’m sorry, Mrs. Black. All I know is that Crowdstar Group has beco rather popular in recent years, but its founder is very elusive. No one has ever seen him, and there are very few reports in the dia about him. It almost feels like he’s hiding from everyone," Ewan said, shaking his head.
Even though Ewan was assistant to the BlackGroup’s chairman, he had never t the president of Crowdstar Group.
This person was indeed rather elusive.
"I’ve looked him up. So people on the internet claim to have seen him before, apparently. They say that he’s an old, ugly man with a limp. That’s why he’s rarely seen in public. Hardly anyone has seen him," I said. I was unsure if the online rumors were reliable.
Dexter was in the middle of drinking so water when he suddenly stiffened. Then, he coughed,seemingly having choked on it.
I instinctively grabbed a tissue to wipe the water that had dribbled out of his mouth and flowed down to his neck.
I couldn’t help but notice how good Dexter’s Adam’s apple looked. Its shape was so distinct.
When he swallowed, it rolled.
I blushed slightly at the sight and unconsciously withdrew my fingers. I had heard one shouldn’t touch a man’s Adam’s apple carelessly.
Sure enough, Dexter ended up reaching out to pull into his arms. Then, he lowered his head to kiss .
Ewan then helplessly raised the partition and continued to drive steadily as if he were driving an army tank.
"You..." I tried to push Dexter away.
"You started it first," Dexter said, looking aggrieved.
He implied that I had seduced him.
"I was just wiping the water off you," I muttered softly.
"I don’t care," Dexter said. He held my cheeks stubbornly and leaned down to kiss again. You’re mine."
I had no choice but to surrender and let him kiss .
"Dexter..." I whispered his na, feeling my breath heating up.
Why did I have to forget everything related to him?
"Mr. Martin has encouraged so high–ranking employees to go on a strike. You’ll need to head to the company tomorrow morning," Ewan said. He seed reluctant to interrupt us, but he ended up speaking up after answering a phone call.
I breathed a sigh of relief. If Dexter would be at the Black Group, it ant that I could sneak out to et Eason in secret at noon tomorrow.
I wanted to know what he wanted to show .
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