Blind Date Turned Proposal

Chapter 113 Get Down the Car

Ivy didn’t refute her observations. Instead, she forcefully laughed and said, “It all depends on Mr. Russell

Mrs. York wanted to continue speaking to her, but the study’s door opened, and Dexter walked out in a confident gait. He looked alluring as his shirt was slightly unbuttoned.

Ivy immediately stood up and passed him his coat. “Mr. Russell.

Dexter put on his coat and told Mrs. York, “Mr. York’s tea is cooled down. Please make him a fresh cup. I’ll come another day.”

Mrs. York smiled politely as she saw her guests off. Once they were gone, her smile faded, and her face took on a look of determination as she hurried into the study. “Harvey!”

It was getting colder as the night fell. The cold wind stung their faces as they walked outside.

Ivy followed Dexter into the car. “Mr. Russell, did Harvey agree?”

“He has to agree even if he doesn’t want to.” Dexter tapped his fingers on the handle. “Ten years ago, he trampled on the lives of many to get where he is today. Now, he has his eyes on Russell Group’s profit. He’s not qualified to go against me.”

Harvey was exhausted after the discussion. He looked at Dexter as if looking into the devil’s eyes, fearful of what he might do,

great! As long as Harvey York sells us his shares, we’ll have a greater chance of defeating Martin Lane and

and wait. He must be convincing the other

He pulled it out and saw Calvin’s name displayed on the screen. There were already

felt apologetic as she explained, “It’s your personal call;

held his

phone for half a minute, his face growing

car!”

Ivy’s body leaned forward and knocked her head on the

of the seat.

“Mr. Russell…”

the car, Dexter stated calmly as

words were on the tip of her tongue, but she hesitated. Soon after, she opened the

Ivy alone in the dark. Her lone solitary figure walked miserably along

Porsche car drove through the

watch and said,

glared at Calvin. “Can’t you send her home?”

I know where she stays?” Despite knowing the truth, Calvin jokingly asked, “Should I