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

Mr. Dexter, sitting at the edge of the stands, raised his voice. “What’s the point of just watching? Let’s make it interesting with a wager. Let’s bet on that thoroughbred horse.”

On the large screen of the stadium, an attendant was leading a noble horse of excellent quality.

Someone scoffed. “You really know how to spend money without restraint. Everyone knows that the woman Zach brought today is this year’s equestrian champion. She could win even with her eyes closed.”

Josie lifted his gaze, only to find that Zach was also present. He was holding a woman in his arms, scompletely disregarding Laura, and no one there seemed to find anything amiss.

The people in the room knew how to read the room. Seeing Josie standing in place, a woman standing close to Dexter scolded her, “Are you trying to be a pillar, standing there? Don’t you have any sense? Make some room for others.”

The woman looked surprised for a moment, then upon seeing Josie’s face, she immediately stepped back.

Everyone knew her relationship with Dexter was complicated, and the two were still entangled.

For a moment, everyone’s gaze fell on Josie. That day, she was dressed in a gray haute couture, exuding charm without losing her dignity. Standing there in silence, no one dared to interrupt with a joke.

so she didn’t approach. She locked eyes with Dexter through the gap

water bottle. “What’s the matter? You don’t want to stand

status, Mr. Russell. I

head to toe. The rumors about her and Morgan had been circulating since she entered the Olsen family.

with his water bottle, uttering

Several glamorous women were adjusting their outfits, each standing next to a horse. They

brought by the scions of various families, used for amusement when they

nothing unusual for this circle. Josie had seen rows of women lying naked on the ground before, their bodies covered with stacks of money. Whenever a scion

had no dignity, especially

was deliberately making fun of her in front of

didn’t want to draw attention to herself, but judging by the

intently the whole time, chuckling, “You’re not scared, are

ankles, her high heels clicking assertively on the ground. Zach furrowed his brow, inexplicably feeling that her gaze