Ian didn't notice Emily's reaction and walked straight up to Dexter.
Seeing this, Emily grew even more frightened and instinctively shuffled behind Dexter to hide.
"Don't panic. This guy has only raped a few people. Not too dangerous," Dexter saw this and couldn't resist. He decisively whispered to Emily.
Emily: "???"
Bianca burst into laughter, thinking Dexter was being terrible.
Ian didn't hear what Dexter said. He reached Dexter in a few steps and pulled money from his pocket. "Sorry, this is the rent for the past three months."
Aside from his bipolar disorder, Comrade Ian Gallagher was generally decent. Plus, it wouldn't be long before he grew into a very handsome young man as he aged.
Dexter had no beef with Ian. He took the money, didn't bother counting it, and stuffed it directly into his pocket. "It's fine. Tell Fiona to be on time from now on."
"Okay," Ian nodded in agreement, but he didn't leave.
That was a bit strange.
"Is there something else?" Dexter asked proactively.
"Yeah. Is it convenient to talk alone?" Ian asked.
"Bianca, why don't you take Emily inside first?" The only things Ian could have on his mind would either be about Carl or Mickey. Dexter didn't waste words and signaled Bianca.
Bianca smiled, pulled Emily along, and walked toward the house.
Seeing Bianca and Emily enter the house, Ian hurriedly spoke up. "It's about Mickey. I'm worried he might do something stupid, but he won't answer my calls. Can you help contact him..."
Ian briefly explained the situation.
Dexter was amused listening to it.
That stubbornly arrogant Mickey... when would he finally admit openly that he was gay?
When that time comes...
Would Ian's bipolar disorder flare up...
Mickey would have come out for nothing...
The love story of these two guys was full of twists and turns, almost catching up to those melodramas written by Chiung Yao.
"I'll try," Dexter agreed with a smile and took out his phone to call.
The call connected quickly.
"It's late. What is it?" Mickey asked.
"Mickey, I don't think Kash will blab about you and Ian," Dexter said with a smile. "Don't worry, and don't do anything stupid. Besides, honestly, doing anything is useless. If Kash is gone, what about the next one, and the one after that? Can you get rid of them all?"
Hearing this, Mickey felt his scalp go numb. He hurriedly roared, "What the fuck are you talking about?"
Dexter handed the phone to Ian, letting Ian talk to Mickey.
Ian didn't get to say much.
Click.
Mickey hung up.
Ian looked helpless as he returned the phone.
"Knowing Mickey, my guess is he's probably sitting across from the convenience store with a gun right now. If you're worried, hurry over and check," Dexter reminded him.
"Okay, thanks," Ian was indeed worried. After thanking him, he took off running.
Dexter watched him go, shook his head, took the necklace he bought during the day out of the car, and went home.
Inside the house.
Emily was looking around incessantly like a curious kitten.
Dexter walked in, stood next to Bianca who was visibly uncomfortable, and opened the box in his hand.
Under the light.
The platinum necklace and diamond pendant sparkled brilliantly.
"Shall I put it on for you?" Dexter asked with a smile.
"????" Bianca froze for a few seconds before snapping back to reality, flustered. "Huh? What's gotten into you today?"
"Didn't realize it yesterday, making up for it today. Consider it a move-in gift," Dexter said.
Bianca didn't know what to say: "..."
Dexter didn't waste any more words. He picked up the necklace and fastened it around Bianca's neck.
Not far away.
Emily stared blankly at this scene. "?????"
Are you kidding me!
You two bastards, did you forget I'm still here?!
As a single woman without a boyfriend, Emily really couldn't take it anymore.
Fxxk.
I need to find a boyfriend ASAP, Emily swore silently and viciously.
At this moment.
The cool sensation of the necklace touching her skin registered in Bianca's mind. She looked down at it for several seconds, then looked up and kissed Dexter with a face full of happiness.
Emily: "?????"
---
The Alibi Room.
Peggy and Frank sat facing each other.
Frank acted like a mouse caught by a cat, looking utterly cowardly, not even daring to look at Peggy directly, just keeping his head down and drinking non-stop.
Looking at Frank behaving like this...
Kevin, Tommy, and the others were greatly amused. They felt vindicated, genuinely gloating over his misfortune.
Carl wasn't gloating; he just found Frank strange, different from before.
Peggy was furious. She felt the son in front of her was so damn pathetic, looking at him was simply disgusting.
Driven by disgust, the contempt and loathing in Peggy's eyes couldn't be more obvious.
"Tomorrow morning at six sharp, you drive over and pick me up. We're going to see an old friend of mine," Peggy said, taking a sip of whiskey.
Hearing this, Frank looked up and replied weakly, "I don't have a car."
"Jesus." In America, to be this age and not have a car? Peggy knew Frank was a loser, but she really hadn't expected him to be this much of a loser. "Fxxk me, how did I end up with a son like you!"
Frank didn't dare talk back and lowered his head again.
Carl drank his Coke, watching quietly, unable to stop a feeling of "Frank is truly pathetic" from rising within him.
Before this moment, Carl had genuinely never thought this way.
Peggy let out a long sigh, feeling exhausted. "Can you borrow a car?"
"I'll try," Frank thought for a moment, got up, and went to the bar. "Kevin, lend me your car tomorrow?"
Hearing this, Kevin grinned without a hint of hesitation. "Don't even think about it."
Frank had anticipated this result, so he went to ask Tommy.
Before Frank could even finish his sentence, Tommy shook his head and refused.
Frank then asked Kermit.
Kermit wasn't stupid. "Impossible!"
Just like that, Frank asked around the circle, and everyone, without exception, refused decisively.
Watching this, Carl felt it was even more pathetic. "Grandma, Dexter has a car."
Peggy had naturally thought of Dexter long ago, but she hadn't planned on borrowing his car. Leaving aside whether she could borrow it, even if she did, if it got damaged, she'd definitely have to pay. Otherwise, knowing Dexter's character... hehe, who knew what would happen.
But now...
Frank was useless to this extent...
Peggy was truly helpless. "Carl, remember this. You need to become a man like Dexter. Never become something like Frank, who can't even be called a man!"
Carl was still young and didn't have much of a concept about this yet, but he nodded immediately and said with a smile, "I want to become like Dexter. Have money, have a car, have a pretty girlfriend."
Hearing this, Peggy laughed. Her mood improved slightly, and she reached out to ruffle Carl's hair. "Want a girlfriend so soon?"
Carl nodded again. "Yeah."
"What do you want a girlfriend for?" Peggy teased deliberately.
The corners of Carl's mouth curled up into a wicked grin. "Fxxk. I always see all kinds of men fxxking Fiona. Those men seem to really enjoy it! I want to enjoy it too!"
Peggy: "..."
All kinds of men, huh.
Heh.