Josie's eyelids throbbed. She felt a persistent panic and wondered if it was because she was nearly assaulted. She let Dexter comfort her before leaning into his embrace. She still could not speak. However, she sensed Dexter's patience running thin during the prolonged silence and said, "The hotel layout has to be changed." She was traumatized by the feeling of isolation and helplessness. What… What would happen to me if Laura didn't come out? What if she decided not to help me? What would happen to me then? Dexter also felt a lingering fear over what had happened. His expression turned stern as he answered, "Yes, it has to be changed." The placeneeds more thanminor changes. It requires extensive remodeling. Therefore, the most exclusive hotel in Wavery underwent a significant renovation for the next two months. Rumors said Dexter spent tens of millions on this and would only allow the renovation to stop once he was satisfied with the result. Meanwhile, Bleu's family faced catastrophe. Initially, Dexter showed some mercy and did not force their destruction. However, after that incident… The family suffered a bloody end. Of course, all these happened much later. In the present, Dexter realized the road ahead would take a long time to clear. Thus, he decided to turn the car around and bring Josie to his other house in Wavery. He rarely stayed here, and there were no servants. It was quiet and peaceful. Dexter carried Josie across the yard. Josie looked up from his embrace and saw two lamps on the porch. They seemed to guide them home. Dexter patted her shoulder and placed her on the bed in the master bedroom. This was a single-story villa, and the outside of the bedroom was planted with greenery, filling the window with lush scenery. There was also a pond outside where water dripped from the eaves, producing clear and melodious sounds. Since Dexter rarely came to the house, he forgot where many things were placed. He got up to find all the necessities while Josie lay in bed and watched him searching around busily. Her emotions were a mess.Dexter was now gentle and caring as she remembered. However, he was so cold and cruel the past few days that he was a completely different person. She could not understand how someone could have such contrasting behaviors. Her heart ached as she thought about it. The doctor had a sudden situation and could not come to the house. Thus, Dexter brought out a first aid kit and gently treated the scratches on her skin. "Why didn't you run?" Josie was too exhausted to speak. She replied softly, "Would it make any difference?" "The hall was nearby. You would have been safe if you ran there." Josie closed her eyes. She did not want to describe how swiftly and ruthlessly Bleu acted against her. Her defeated state reminded Dexter of a shattered porcelain doll. He looked at her briefly with an emotionless gaze before turning away and leaving to wash his hands. He returned to find Josie curled up in a corner with a blanket over her head. It was hard to see whether she was asleep.Dexter stood at the door for a while before turning off the light and left. He spent the whole night in the study. However, he did not sleep but sat on the couch and looked out the window, watching the sky gradually brighten. His eyes flickered with schemes and devious plans. Once the sun rose, the ashtray beside him was filled with cigarette butts. He rubbed his temple and turned on his personal phone. There were many missed calls. Most of them were from Ivy. He smashed the call button and asked, "What's the matter?" "Mr. Russell, the media found out about our worker's death from a brain hemorrhage after the accident at the construction site," Ivy explained urgently. "Initially, I thought to find you at your place, but… Ms. Warren is there, so I'm unsure if I should." Dexter's gaze flashed intimidatingly. "Only a few people knew about this matter. How did the media find out about it?"