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Dexter offered a word of thanks. By the the accepted it, Josie had already seized the opportunity to leave.
She returned to her original dining table, where Juliette had already returned. Juliette sat quietly in her seat, a newly purchased shirt placed beside her. The pristine packaging spoke volumes, revealing all that mattered.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Juliette?" Josie voiced.
Coming back to her senses, Juliette smiled faintly. "Where did you go? I didn't see you when I returned. I thought you had left again." "I just went to the washroom. Has Mr. Russell not returned yet?" Juliette turned his head and said, "He has." Dexter strode toward this way, already dressed in a freshly laundered shirt. It was meticulously tailored, not a detail out of place. "Dexter, I bought you a new shirt as an apology," she said, not out of deliberate flattery, but in a calm tone.
Dexter felt somewhat helpless. "If you're going to be so formal, I don't think our companies need to collaborate." Juliette found herself torn between laughter and tears, shaking her head. "Who's the one acting like a stranger here? By the way, what happened to the rosary beads I gave you last time? You should always carry them with you. Otherwise, they won't work." Dexter's fair and attractive wrist was bare.
He said with a hint of teasing, "It's a gift from you, Ms. Witherspoon. Naturally, it should be treasured at home." He was evasive. Juliette wanted to say something more, but Dexter had already excused himself, claiming he had urgent matters to attend to. He quickly grabbed his coat from the chair and headed out. His hurried pace made it clear that he was in a rush. In the end, he didn't take anything from her.
Juliette turned her head, catching Josie's gaze fixed on Dexter's retreating figure. Something flickered in her eyes.
"It's a shame. You barely had a chance to exchange a few words with him," Juliette said.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmJosie glanced at her, covering the food box on the table for her. "Mr. Russell is Mr. Busyman. It's widely said that getting a chance to meet him, let alone being remembered by him, is like a blessing from our ancestors." The analogy was rather amusing. Juliette commented, "But it does make sense. As the elder Olsen daughter you shouldn't have to bear the burdens of your ancestors. By the way, considering your age, you and Dexter are of the sO generation. Haven't you met him before?" Josie's hand momentarily paused in action. Have I seen him before? It's far more than that...
"Before, I hadn't even returned to the Olsen family. How could I compare to him? However, my first job after graduation was indeed at Russell Group." Juliette was taken aback. "You used to work at Russell Group?" "Yes. I was in the design department, but I left the job later on." Juliette remained in a state of shock, persisting with her questioning even as they left the restaurant. "Even so, you've never seen Dexter before?" "I can't say I've never seen him at all. We've crossed paths a few times at meetings, and later, at sevents, though always from a distance." When Josie said those words, it wasn't without guilt.
Fortunately, Juliette was from Nusridge unfamiliar with Wavery's past affairs. As long as no one with loose-tips decided to speak out of turn, she wouldn't notice anything amiss. Juliette started the engine and suddenly asked, "What's your first impression of Dexter?" "Mr. Russell is a gentleman, warm and courteous." "Stereotypical image." Josie was lying through her teeth.
Juliette pressed down on the accelerator. "Josie, we're friends now, aren't we?" The question caught Josie off guard. At that moment, she was still holding the meal box for Juliette. She stared at the flow of cars ahead, momentarily at a loss for words.
“I believe that to be friends, we need to share many significant emotional moments," she said to Juliette. "We might not be there yet, but you are a fantastic boss and a great partner to work with." On this matter, Josie was very clear.