"What if he notices that I'm making a move? He has cruel tricks up his sleeves and has hit me before. If he thinks of killing me, I'll end up dead or crippled." Westin had always been powerful. As a man, he didn't like to get excited the usual way. He wanted to be aroused in other ways. Therefore, she had suffered a lot for many years it wasn't easy for her to have survived. It was almost late autumn. The wind blew outside. It should be a good day tomorrow. Dexter covered his forehead with one hand and tapped his other hand indifferently. "Someone new will take over your place in the next two days. You can take this opportunity and back down." Mrs. Ardon was delighted when she heard it. "Really?" Dexter finally looked her in the eye. "Your son is still in Rivodia. Carefully consider the pros and cons. Don't do something you shouldn't." Mrs. Ardon's smile suddenly froze. Her fear toward the man increased. "Back then, I knelt before you to ask for a way out, Mr. Russell. I understand this principle." It was hard to avoid walking into traps set up by people with petty tricks within her industry. She had gotten pregnant and didn't know who the father was. She couldn't even work, and she had no way out. Dexter had given her a job and saved her child. Therefore, he felt reassured when he used her as a potential pawn and placed her next to someone influential. It ensured she wouldn't betray him. Mrs. Ardon exited the car, and the driver started the engine. Dexter lit a cigarette and said to Ivy beside him, "You don't have to dress up so much as my assistant. Don't wear such clothes to work from today onwards." Ivy opened her mouth awkwardly. He hadn't given her the coat because he empathized with her. It was because he didn't want to look at her. "I understand, Mr. Russell." She felt embarrassed and grieved. The following morning, Josie woke up early. She massaged her dad, muttering, "Dad, I have a crucial morning today. I hope everything will go well. You must protect me. I'll come and visit you after it ends." Matthew was making his rounds when he saw Josie packing up hurriedly. He looked at the time. "It's still early. Why are you in a rush?""I have a meeting today, Matt. I have to head there earlier, just in case." After that, she rushed off. Chris was already waiting downstairs. Josie entered the car and said, "Mr. Sorby, drive steadily. I want to put on makeup." Chris was surprised. "Can you put on makeup in the car?" "You must not know about it. This is an essential skill for every working woman." Josie spoke daintily, then put on her makeup. She looked refined and respectable, appropriate for the meeting. However, Chris didn't need to deliberately drive carefully. The vehicle was steady because there was a traffic jam. Josie felt anxious. "How can there be a traffic jam? This road doesn't usually have traffic." Chris went forward to find out what was going on and returned. "Mrs. Russell, there has been a car accident. The traffic police are dealing with it." "Is it severe?" Josie felt vaguely uneasy. They were still quite far from Russell Group. "I saw blood on the floor." Traffic accidents involving blood wouldn't usually be settled quickly. Josie looked at the time anxiously as she sat waiting in the car. It was almost time. Josie would be doomed if she was unprepared and arrived later than everyone else. Josie pondered, then picked up her bag. "Here's what I'm going to do. I'm going to use one of the bike-sharing bicycles. You don't have to drive me to the office, Mr. Sorby." Chris wanted to chase after her, but he couldn't leave the car on the road. "Mrs. Russell, how will I explain this to Mr. Russell?! Be careful!"