Dexter's willingness to show up was already a huge favor in itself. Now, he was actually going to take matters into his own hands. Juliette's mind was a whirlwind of thoughts. Her intuition told her that all this was not for her sake.
She didn't have that much clout.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtDexter had already let go. He waited in place for a while, and soon, a middle-aged man in uniform rushed over. As he wiped his sweat, he said, "Mr. Russell, why did you cin person? Why didn't you let your assistant notify us in advance so I could make arrangements?" Just ten minutes prior, Dexter had already arranged everything in the car. Felix, the person in charge of Enigma International, was enjoying sleisure tat that moment. Upon receiving the news, he promptly vacated the premises, drenched in a cold sweat. "Everyone, disperse. I have an urgent matter to attend to..." With a hazy gaze, Josie peered at the commotion surrounding her, feeling somewhat surreal.
At that moment, she was slumped in her seat. She began to regret her initial decision to drink those three glasses of wine. Her tolerance for alcohol was inherently poor and now they had dragged her back. Even though they hadn't forced the drinks down her throat, she was cornered by them and had no choice but to drink.
The overwhelming scrutiny and pressure from the male viewpoint initially instilled a desire to escape, then it beca matter of enduring within it. Such emotions could only be truly understood by women, which was indeed a disheartening realization.
Those people were probably tired from all the fun, too caught up in their merriment to pay her much mind. Thankfully, they still managed to maintain slevel of decency.
When Maverick cover with the wine, he was already a bit tipsy. He chuckled and said, "Ms. Warren, sometimes you have to admit that words alone are not enough. If you don't drink this today, you'll face difficulties in the future. Cto think of it, you should be thanking me." Josie averted her gaze, refusing to look at him. He was a despicable, filthy man, and even a fleeting look seemed to sully her vision.
It was this action that infuriated Maverick. He sneered as he lifted Josie's chin. "I thought you, returning from abroad, would be quite capable. Turns out, you're just ordinary. Could you have reached this far without Mark's support? You're young, yet so audacious, daring to boss us around. Perhaps you haven't had your fair share of hardship yet." Perhaps it was the alcohol, but he didn't leave himself any way out, seemingly fearless of everything.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmJosie was devoid of strength, unable to shake off his hand. She chuckled lightly. "You dare to toy with me, but you dare not go all the way. It seems you're still scared. You know Mark has my back. Aren't you afraid that he" "So what? I'm not afraid to tell you that Mark doesn't hold much real power at present. Besides, I've been a veteran for many years. I don't get rewarded for my achievements, but I should be respected for my efforts. There's no way he'll replace me, even if you're Liana Olsen Here, Maverick chuckled as he gently caressed her face. "You know, you don't resemble your sister, Summer, at all." Josie breathed heavily.
"However, she couldn't take down the Olsen family. I bet you can't either." The surrounding area was noisy, and the room was a mess. Josie opened her mouth to speak, but before she could utter a word, a domineering voice cut through the chaos. "I beg to differ." The clamor subsided. Everyone fell silent and looked toward the door.
The door to the private room swung wide open, revealing a man dressed in a black shirt, standing tall and imposing. His refined features were veiled in the interplay of light and shadow, yet his bone structure was notably exceptional. In that instance, his countenance was as frosty as ice, and his stare was as piercing as a blade. Behind him was none other than Felix, standing by cautiously.
Everyone looked on with their mouths agape.
The man headed straight for the woman in the corner. "You've got guts, Mr. Quigley."