As soon as Dexter took the item from the man, the man lost his grip and slipped back into the sea, disappearing into the depths.
The man was gravely injured. Even if Dexter managed to pull him up, he probably wouldn't have survived.
Dexter felt a pang of pity and regret, but he couldn't help sighing at the tragedy. It was such a simple favor. How could he not agree to it?
But Dexter was shocked when he saw what the item was. His heart began to race, and he was tempted. His mind and his heart were at war! In the end, greed triumphed over reason.
He tucked the item into his jacket and left the party early with his bodyguards. He returned to shore on his own yacht, pretending the whole incident had never happened.
After all, the man who entrusted him with the item was dead!
Dexter kept rationalizing to himself. If it weren't for his kindness in tossing the man a rope, the man and the item would have sunk to the bottom of the ocean anyway. It would never have made it to Stephan in the first place!
So, this wasn't stealing. It was fate!
Dexter knew all too well the dangers of possessing something this valuable. He kept the item hidden and never let a single word slip, not even to Myra.
Months went by, and no rumors or trouble came his way.
Dexter thought the matter was behind him. Never in his wildest dreams did he imagine that Myra would repeat those damn words back to him!
…
"Who told you that, darling?" Dexter asked nervously.
After hearing the entire story, Myra hit him and scolded, "How could you take another person's possession? Especially something belonging to the Russells!"
"We can discuss that later. First, tell me. Who told you I stole something?" Dexter dismissed her.
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