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?

written at the signature line of the man’s side, were two dried-out words: Dexter Russell.

firm and difficult for others to imitate. And at the end of his signature was the official stamp of Russell Group.

paper tightly. It was a divorce agreement

the paper had started to yellow. This indicated

not think about it.

react. Should she be happy? This legally binding

it meant that the man had

having taken a bath, didn’t see Josie anywhere. He walked to the staircase and gently called out, “Josie?”

echoed through the empty

No one responded.”

so step by step, he walked to the bedroom door of Paul. His voice was cold. “What are you

look back. She simply lowered her head to rearrange the

brows furrowed tightly, his gaze falling on the pieces of paper she was gripping in