Blind Date Turned Proposal

A sudden notion dawned on her.

Could it be that beyond some of the Russell family, Pop had attracted adversaries? But his life and connections were uncomplicated, and she couldn’t seem to come up with anyone who might bear a grudge against him.

Past disputes, maybe? But her knowledge of Pop’s history was limited. Anxious thoughts churned within. Josie. After some contemplation, she retrieved the medical qualification certificate with the bold ‘Rivodia City Hospital’ written on the box.

“Mrs. Russell, Mr. Russell instructed us to keep you within Mason Garden…..”

The servant stood by the doorway, attempting to obstruct her exit.

“I just spoke with him. He’s fine with me going out.”

The servant was skeptical. “Well… unless Mr. Russell confirms that, we can’t permit you to leave….”

Given Josie’s feeble condition, her ashen appearance suggested a gentle breeze could knock her over. Josie was darn sure Dexter wouldn’t entertain her request even if she reached out to Dexter.

Taking a deep breath, she had no choice but to retreat to her bedroom.

There was an external staircase extended from the bedroom balcony. However, the door at the base was locked. She’d need to climb over the wall if she wanted to escape this dungeon.

Josie descended the stairs carefully and was just about to hoist herself over the wall when the servant noticed her. “Mrs. Russell! Stop right there!”

already halfway

hearing the plea, she summoned a final burst of energy, managed to clear the wall’s edge,

onto the grass due to the momentum. Her ankles throbbed, and she

Garden, Josie dialed Dexter’s number. She was determined to take action and fill him in later. However,

woman’s voice as before. Josie had identified her by now. She kept

Russell is

sure you let him know I’ve left Mason

of scribbling filled the other

Josie hung up.

spotting her, was taken aback. “Mrs. Russell? What’s… Aren’t you

brows knitted. I’m looking

Carter isn’t

the charade?” While waiting outside, she noticed the illuminated interior of Arnold’s

Josie surged ahead.

her, employing minimal

red

“Turning my office into a club, huh? Come

hands resting on