The steak here was pretty good, and Josie ate to her heart's content. She said, "You have good qualifications, Mr. Green. Why haven't you started looking for the next person? I mean someone you can marry." Kenny leaned against the chair and looked into the distance. "For someone my age, it's not important if I marry. Many women would naturally come to me if I desired it, but I don't." "Have you ever had a fling all these years?" "A fling? I have." Kenny smiled, and he saw something interesting. "Many people have had a fling in our industry. You can ask Mr. Russell if you have the chance." Josie's heart sank. Why is Dexter suddenly mentioned? Kenny was observing a particular spot. "Ms. Warren, to be honest, I admire you. You're courageous and bold. I hope we can continue working together for the long term. Please send my regards to Mr. Russell if you can." Josie had been through so much in the workplace after working for many years. She understood what he meant.Although he thanked her outwardly, he wanted to use her to get closer to Dexter. After all, Kennon was still a small corporation. Kennon would have boundless prospects if Dexter invested in them. Josie put down her cutlery and turned him down tactfully. "Actually, I specialize in interior design. I was forced to take this case for certain reasons. Unless Kennon wants to expand into real estate, there won't be further opportunities to work together. I'm very sorry." Upon hearing it, Kenny nodded tactfully. "I understand." He didn't force it, so Josie sighed in relief. She made up an excuse to go to the washroom to avoid awkwardness. She had only taken a few steps forward when she suddenly saw a familiar figure. As usual, he wore a white shirt, and his sleeves were folded to his elbow. His proportions were well-defined. Dexter was led into a private room by a waiter. Josie's heart thumped. She finally understood why Kenny suddenly brought Dexter up. Kenny must have seen him. Did Dexter see me? After the waiter left, Josie walked to the washroom. She passed by the quaint private room, and she stopped curiously. They were discussing business inside. "Dexter, what do you think about Landon?" The man's voice was slightly hoarse, as if he had just smoked. He had a similar demeanor to Dexter. "Martin Lane managed it badly. It's a valuable acquisition. I don't think I'm the only one who wants it." Dexter's indifferent voice was slightly shrewd. "It depends on everyone's ability. You will lose this time." The voice was confident. Dexter laughed. "I've long heard that you have a conflict with Landon. Why? Do you want me to surrender?" "Would you?" "Wavery is a city where people pursue fame and fortune. Regardless of who wants to fight with Russell Group, I won't back down." Sounds of chess pieces were heard from the inside. As it turned out, they were playing chess. Josie didn't know if there was a winner. Josie had no intentions of listening further. She couldn't understand higher-level affairs. But just as she walked away, she bumped into something. It didn't make a loud noise, but it was distinctive. The room fell silent. Cold sweat immediately enveloped Josie. She gritted her teeth and quickly left, afraid they would open the door. She sprinted and rushed into the women's washroom. She only breathed a sigh of relief when no one chased after her. Tsk. Curiosity killed the cat. The person had called Dexter by his first name, not 'Mr. Russell' or 'Dex.' The two must be acquainted but not that close. They seemed to be rivals and friends. But was Landon going to be acquired?