Chapter 381 In Debt Dexter left the office first. Mr. Shaw pulled Arnoldâs sleeve and warned him. âWeâll talk about this next time. Be careful what you say and how you act around him!â
Arnold didnât answer. He adjusted his sleeve disdainfully.
In the private elevator, both men had imposing demeanors. Arnold had a dark expression, and he tried to regain control.
âYouâre so ruthless against your wife, Dexter. A debt of one billion. It will destroy her.â
Dexter had a cold smile. âThe market is always moving. I canât go easy on her, even if sheâs my wife.
Furthermore, wasnât this caused by you taking the initiative, Arnold?â
His voice was cold and sarcastic.
The media went mad.
The central business district was filled with reporters. They wouldnât give up unless they got a picture of the high-level executiveâs dejected expression.
Josie stayed in the office. She drew the curtains and cut herself off from the rest of the world.
She couldnât panic. She had to calm down and think about what had gone wrong. Even if she couldnât solve it, it was good to reflect on it deeply.
Just as Dexter had said, she was foolish in many ways. If this were a graded exam, she would have failed.
The assistant sent a message. Up to this time, Wyatt was in a debt of two billion.
Josie went to see Dexter in the end.
Three hours before the market commenced trading the next day, she finally opened the tightly shut office door before the sun rose. Josie looked into Wyattâs worried eyes and nodded lightly to express that she was alright. After that, she walked to one side and dialed a familiar number.
At that moment, the office floor was lit. No one could sleep. They stared at the stifling numbers on the computer and pondered how they should deal with it a few hours later.
They finally saw Josie. Her frail figure seemed extremely weak, but her appearance unexpectedly encouraged them.
The other party seemed to have been waiting for her call. It rang shortly before the call was answered.
It was silence on the other end.
Josie stared at her pale reflection in the glass and slowly said, âI want to see you The other party said sternly, âHalf an hour. Russell Group.â
Wyattâs office wasnât far from Russell Group, and the latter wasnât as brightly lit as the former. Russell Groupâs employees were much more relaxed. No one was working overtime at Russell Group, and the building was pitch dark. Josieâs neck was sore from looking up at the facility. She seemed to see scattered lights on the highest floor.
It was too high up. He was too far away.
Even his secretary wasnât around at such a time.
Dexter sat in his office, and LED screens showed the surveillance monitors. He narrowed his eyes as he watched the petite woman enter his private elevator. It rose slowly. He couldnât see her expression, but he had a good idea.
She must have been biting her lower lip and looking extremely reluctant.
Just as he had expected.
The door with the smart sensor opened slowly. Dexter slowly looked up, and astonishment streaked across his face.
Josieâs eyes were bloodshot, and she seemed unbelievably haggard.
Josie didnât greet him. She sat across from him, and her gaze was indifferent. âState your conditions.â
He didnât move. He looked at Josie carefully and taunted her. âAre you pleading with me so brazenly?â
Josie glared ferociously at the man and tried to restrain herself. But she couldnât help but gnaw on her lips. âDexter Russell!â
He suddenly roared, âStop!â
She was startled. It was a while before she understood what Dexter meant. She slowly stopped biting her lips.
After that, there was an intense silence between the two.
A bottle of whiskey was on his desk, and his transparent glass was half full. His ashtray was empty.
He hadnât smoked, but alcoholic fumes surrounded him.
There were even alcohol fumes in the air. Josie was slightly intoxicated just by breathing it in.