Blind Date Turned Proposal novel Chapter 1382

“What do you want me to clarify?” Dexter asked, a cigarette clamped between his teeth, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.

In just a few minutes, the overwhelming pain he had been experiencing vanished without a trace, and he regained control.

“Russell Group was established by my father, with the initial capital accumulated by him,” Dexter said, exhaling a cloud of smoke. “Of course, my grandfather also played a part. Beyond that, there's not much else to say.” He paused, his eyes cold. “They're both gone now. If you don't believe me, feel free to dig deeper.”

“You... So, what about Mandarin Oriental Hotel? We've found that since its inception, it has been involved in quite a few shady businesses. Do you have anything to say about that?”

The staff's imposing presence remained undiminished. After all, they had tackled tough opposition before.

Dexter actually gave it some thought and replied, “Mandarin Oriental Hotel is a landmark of Wavery, so everything is done legally. It has generated quite a bit of tax revenue for Wavery's tourism industry. If there were any issues, it would have been investigated by the higher-ups long ago.”

“Dexter, stop playing dumb. Everyone knows that Mandarin Oriental Hotel's existence isn't entirely legitimate.”

“Is there any evidence?”

“There's a difference between the information you tell us honestly and the information we find out ourselves.”

Dexter flashed another smile. “Paper and pen.”

The other party assumed he had come around and promptly handed pen and paper over to him.

Unexpectedly, he casually wrote a name on it. “If you want to investigate, I can provide a lead for you. You can look for this person. He approved Mandarin Oriental Hotel's paperwork back in the day.”

The other party immediately took it. Upon recognizing the name, the other party stood up abruptly, flustered. “Dexter! Have you lost your mind?”

“I'm lying to you. It was him.”

Although Dexter dared to write the person's name, the other party didn't have the authority to investigate the person.

After leaving the hotel, Josie returned to Russell Mansion. It was late at night, and Grape was sound asleep.

Marilyn gently placed the tender child into the car, lowering her voice as she said, “His spirits have been low these past few days, crying himself to sleep every night, calling out for his father.”