That Day When I Got Married to My Boss at the Blind Date

The same items were still in the box. Josie checked them one by one, only breathing a sigh of relief once she confirmed everything was in order. It wasn’t until she got to the very bottom that she found a thin document tucked away. It was the same size as the box and could easily have been overlooked.

Josie furrowed her brows, attempting to pick it up. It was a document consisting of only a few pages, densely packed with words. She brought it closer, puzzled. The glaring bold letters made her frown deepen.

It was a divorce agreement!

It was Dexter’s and her divorce agreement. The wording was meticulous, clearly drafted by a renowned lawyer, detailing the division of assets between the two after the divorce.

Josie flipped through the pages one by one. Clearly, this divorce agreement was different from the one Xanthe had initially given her. This one was more… tolerable. It stated that after the divorce, Dexter would grant Josie an eight-figure sum, as well as several estates abroad. She would also receive one percent of Russell Group’s shares.

This was no longer tolerance-it was generosity.

Josie was puzzled. She had never seen this divorce agreement before, so how did it end up in Paul’s box?

signature

imitate. And at the end of his signature was the official stamp of Russell Group.

back, clutching the paper tightly. It was a divorce agreement signed

it was due to Paul’s improper storage, but the edges of the paper had started to yellow. This indicated that the agreement had been in existence for quite some time. But exactly when was this made?

think about it.

Should she be happy? This legally binding agreement could help her get a divorce and

it meant that the man had

of footsteps. Dexter, having taken a bath, didn’t see Josie anywhere. He walked to the staircase and gently

through the

No one responded.”

to the bedroom door of Paul. His voice was

simply lowered her head to rearrange the items. Only then did she slowly turn. around, her face weary.

of paper she was gripping in her hand. He had a