Blind Date Turned Proposal

Chapter 271 Held as Hostage

Wyatt arrived at the Russell Group as expected.

With a fair and youthful appearance, he spoke politely and endeared himself to many of the employees. Since Josie was giving him a personal tour of the Russell Group office, people naturally became curious about his identity.

Who is this?

Josie handed Wyatt a glass of water in the pantry. “We’ll be working together from now on,” she said. “I hope we get along well.”

Wyatt, who was involved in venture capital, wasn’t part of the design department. He smiled warmly and accepted the cup from Josie. “Thank you, Josie,” he said.

Josie felt her heart race. “You can call me Ms. Warren. Let’s keep things professional in the office.”

Wyatt slowly nodded his head.

However, Josie would find a cup of hot coffee on her desk every day at the office.

“It’s not me,” she

to check the security footage and realized that it had been Wyatt all

table that read, ‘I don’t drink coffee in the morning. Thank for the thought.

expected, there wasn’t a cup of coffee on her table the

you

Wyatt were both present, and the project involving the residents of Althem City

her voice shaking. “Ms. Warren,” she stammered, “there’s someone

remained collected, her gaze steady on the receptionist. “Who is it?” she asked calmly.

conflicting emotions. “I’m not sure who he is,” she said, “but he was insistent on

Suddenly, people started screaming at the top of their lungs. The knife pointed at Wyatt, and

continued, “… a knife.”

wrong. She stood up and walked over to the door. As she got closer, she saw the person

in the doorway, a cigarette dangling from his lips. His buzz cut was unkempt, and his face showed the wear and tear of a hard life. He looked like a rocker who had seen better days.

glance, but the illusion was shattered when he opened his mouth. “Which

crude man. The glint of the knife in his hand made her eyes water. She was too

was thick with painful silence, Josie pulled Wyatt away. “I am,”

Josie’s collar with a bruising grip. The man’s knife hovered just inches from Josie’s neck. “Are you