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

“Ms. Jo, Morgan is really impressive. I’ve seen the articles about him. He’s a standout from the powerful Bastille family.” Angel leaned towards Josie, whispering softly, her eyes never leaving the man on the stage.

Josie was apathetic about the info. “He’s a posthumous child of the Bastille family. The entire Bastille family will belong to him in the future.”

After all these years, she still remembered those words.

“Really?” Angel was confused, “But I heard that the Bastille family has a second scion, Shawn. He’s been quite ruthless in the past six months. Morgan stood out after escaping Shawn’s. relentless pursuit and trap.”

Shawn? Josie wasn’t quite sure, for her focus was on Wavery. She had no interest in keeping. up with the news about the Bastille family.

“It seems that Morgan’s attendance at such an event today confirms his position as the head. of the Bastille family is secured.”

Josie felt utterly bored as she listened. The look in Dexter’s eyes earlier lingered in her mind. It was clear and indifferent, yet meaningful.

Once the formalities were over, the significant political and business figures began to delve into work, discussing future collaborations. In every sentence exchanged, hundreds of millions worth of assets were involved.

that. She only used that as a pretext to come to Rivodia and had not

interested. He sat in his seat, yet group after group of people kept coming up to him to chat as if he held

it’s truly a feat to get a free slot in your schedule.”

it’s only natural that I meet you first upon entering your scene.” Dexter extended his hand, his movements somewhat restrained, possibly due to a shoulder

is the Mr. Bastille I often mention to

words were filled with

with a smile. “Mr.

eyes and shifted his position to face Josie. “Mr. Bastille is well

that I’m able to secure this position,” Morgan said with a meaningful look. “How about this? Let’s go

heard Mr. Bastille was famed for being a big eater during his school days. How about that, Mr. Russell? Let’s follow Mr. Bastille’s lead

had a heart