Outside the door, the masked woman paused and retraced her steps. She scrutinized Dexter intently. "Did you claim to be the president of Crowdstar Group?"
Dexter frowned and remained silent.
She suddenly laughed. "The more you say that, the less I believe it. Once your hand is healed, we'll conduct the safe test tomorrow. If you're truly the president of Crowdstar Group, I'll release them. If you're not, I'm afraid everything invaluable will be destroyed."
Dexter glared at her, his hands tightly clenched.
I tightly grasped Dexter's arm. As soon as the masked woman left, I hugged him and whispered, "Dexter, regardless of whether you're the president of Crowdstar Group or not, you can't be him, do you understand?"
His identity could not be exposed at this time. I was able to confirm that Dexter was the president of Crowdstar Group from the moment his hand was injured.
