Chapter 273 Hiring A Bodyguard
“To support your education, your family has exhausted their wealth. Unable to stay abroad any longer, you were forced to return to the country. Since your return, your friends have avoided you, and those with money are afraid of being associated with you and becoming a target of ridicule. Everyone wants to bring you down, to quash your ambitions. Finally, now even you have given up on yourself.”
Dexter’s words were precise, striking directly at the depths of Moses’ mind. He stared at the other man’s eyes, on the verge of erupting in anger.
He had a thousand words at the tip of his tongue, but no words could make their way out.
He couldn’t find the confidence to refute-not when this man seemed to know him inside out, including the dire situation he was in and the lingering thoughts in his head.
“Who are you? It must be amusing for you, huh? Coming specifically to ridicule me?”
The secretary couldn’t bear watching more. The two men stood together, similar in age but utterly different in status.
Moses seemed like a teenager going through puberty.
Dexter calmly handed him a business card and uttered, “If you want to change, I can give you an opportunity.”
Perhaps it was because it involved Josie-he didn’t want her to be bothered by the mess.
Ultimately, he was the one that had gotten her involved in the project.
He wanted to help, so he extended a helping hand to Moses to spare Josie from repercussions.
Moses glanced at it briefly. “You want me to go to your company?”
Pretty clever, Dexter thought.
“Why?” Moses couldn’t think of a reason for this man to voluntarily lend help.
Dexter crossed his hands and replied slowly, “The woman you held at knifepoint a few days ago is my wife.”
Moses furrowed his brow, looking suspiciously at him. “You want to be my savior by giving me an opportunity? Sure, but I won’t go to your department. I want to work for your wife. The secretary was wondering if he was in his right mind.
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