Blind Date Turned Proposal (Josie and Dexter)

Chapter 902

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hapter 902 The Listening Device

Josie stood on the second-floor balcony, taking in the scene before her.

When the phone in her pocket vibrated relentlessly, she picked it up and answered,

“Hello.”

“I’ll wait for you at the foot of the hill.” Morgan’s voice rang out.

Out of respect, Morgan was also dressed in black. He sat in the driver’s seat, watching as

Josie walked step by step toward him before getting into the car.

“I just received the news that Dexter’s grandfather has passed away.” Morgan’s voice was

calm, yet filled. with concern as he looked at her. “Don’t cry too much. It’s not good for

your health.”

Josie, drained of energy, asked, “Why are you looking for me?”

They sat in the car, shielded by a privacy film. From the outside, one couldn’t see in,

ensuring they wouldn’t attract any attention.

“The Russell family owes its current status to Old Mr. Russell. Over the years, people have

feared of Dexter largely due to this reason. Now that he’s gone, the power dynamics in

Wavery are bound to be reshuffled,” Morgan calmly described the current situation.

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-Josie lowered her head, as she didn’t have the energy to think about all that. Her mind

was now in a

complete mess.

“Haven’t they already partnered with the Olsen family? Heather even showed up at the

funeral. I’m sure those people wouldn’t dare to act recklessly.”

“How long can it last?” Morgan’s voice was persuasive and magnetic. “What Dexter is

doing isn’t a long- term solution. Every day that passes without him marrying Heather, the

danger he faces grows. Of course, he might have other plans.”

He suddenly asked, “I heard that before Old Mr. Russell passed away, only Dexter and you

were with him.

Josie was fiddling with her fingers. “Old Mr. Russell doesn’t know we’re divorced. My

presence was to give him some comfort.”

“That’s as it should be. It also shows that Dexter trusts you a lot.” Once Morgan finished,

he picking up a pen from the control panel. “This is the most advanced listening device in

the world. You can place it in Dexter’s office, study, or even his bedroom. He cares about

you so much, he won’t suspect you.”

Josie didn’t respond, instead she looked at Morgan. “What are you trying to do?”

Morgan returned her look, seemingly puzzled. “Isn’t this what you want, Josie? You’re not

still dreaming of reconciling with him, are you?”

The remark struck a chord within Josie. She averted her gaze as Dexter’s vulnerable figure

surfaced in her mind.

“If you don’t do this, someone else naturally will. We’re not the only ones keeping an eye

on him.”

At that moment, a car whizzed past them in a domineering manner, heading straight up

the hill.

Josie recognized the license plate number. It belonged to Arnold’s Bentley,

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Morgan let out a sigh, placing the listening device in her palm. “Go ahead. It’s always

better to be one step ahead of the others.”

Josie lowered her gaze to look at the object, then glanced at Morgan. In the end, she

nodded after all.

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In the evening, they had to keep vigil for the deceased. Heather was persuaded to return

home, leaving behind only the close relatives of the Russell family. They were waiting for

the dawn, to honor Henry with a ceremony in the ancestral hall.

Josie was essentially the only outsider, but she was different. Marilyn had specifically

requested her to stay.

During the night, Josie spent a long time in the kitchen, making dozens of bowls of pasta

for Marilyn to serve the family one by one.

As for Dexter’s portion, she personally brought it to him. “Eat up. If you don’t, you won’t

have the strength for tomorrow.”

He sat on the balcony, staring blankly at the sky with a weary expression. He lifted his

gaze and saw a fried egg lying on top of the pasta, garnished with some greens on the

side.

“I almost forgot that you

Can rook too.”

In the later stages of their time together, she seldom cooked, and he naturally forgot.

Josie placed it in front of him, her tone somewhat like coaxing a child. “Are you going to

eat it or not?”

“Josie, I didn’t intentionally miss our meeting that day. In my current position, there are

many things that are beyond my control.”

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