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

The media managed to snap a photo of Dexter when he left Russell Mansion that day.

In the photo, he was not accompanied by a bodyguard. He was the one driving the car with Heather by his side. Although there was no physical contact between the two, from the way they looked at each other, it was evident that their relationship was not simple.

The journalist wrote with a hint of ambiguity, stating that Heather was comforting Dexter over the loss of his grandfather and was accompanying him outdoors to clear his mind. It was suggested that the two might even bring their wedding forward.

After reading the article, Josie had only one thought in her mind: Is it really necessary for one to get married?

“Ms. Warren, so sorry I’m late.” A warm voice sounded from behind. A middle-aged man dressed in a suit. extended his hand as he strode toward her.

Josie stood up immediately and shook his hand, saying “Mr. Zimmerman, I’m sorry to bother you.”

The person who had just arrived possessed a gentle demeanor. He was easy to converse with yet also exuded an aura of authority.

He was Charles Zimmerman, who had recently been appointed mayor of Wavery.

“Not at all. I had some business here to attend to anyway.” Charles sat down and continued, “Old Mr. Russell spoke very highly of you. He mentioned you more than once when I visited him previously.”

Josie lowered her head humbly and replied, “Grandpa had also mentioned you to me, describing you as an upright and incorruptible official.”

Henry left her, she discovered a letter. The letter had several names listed one it, one of which

for the man whenever she

asked me about. It seems like of my subordinates didn’t follow the proper procedures,

was talking

observing Charles’ expression and could tell that he was one of Arnold’s supporters.

“Just five days?”

course,” Charles replied in a straightforward manner.

“I asked because I’m curious. Sorry to

on with your… your ex-husband. But

what

gained the upper hand within the

trace of weariness could be seen on Charles’ face after Henry passed away.

pleasantries, the man left. Meanwhile, Josie remained seated in

against the wall in the parking lot and scrolled through her

of a man’s footsteps grew closer, heading toward

when she heard the sound of the