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

Meanwhile, Josie had been bound to a chair for two full days. Her entire body was numb as she stared blankly at the images on the television screen.

It was unclear how much she had watched.

The camera focused on the lively guests. Dexter and Heather were not present. Josie presumed they were preparing.

It’s happening soon…

Josie could clearly sense the nervousness in Johnny and his subordinates.

Unexpectedly, Josie felt relaxed. She couldn’t care less, knowing that there was no chance for redemption.

“Boss… what’s that sound…” one lackey asked Johnny, holding his breath to listen.

Johnny’s brow furrowed as he discerned the sporadic, weighty thuds of a walking stick hitting the floor, indicating the presence of someone using a walker.

“Someone’s coming!” Johnny exclaimed in alarm. He drew his knife, cautiously moving forward.

Josie furrowed her brows. She also heard the sound of the walking stick approaching, the disordered footfalls growing louder. Their intent was unmistakable. They were advancing in their direction.

Josie looked up, only to see a pair of feet clad in canvas shoes. She continued to look up and saw a hunched figure, leaning on a walking stick. When her gaze fell on his

can it be

over sixty, and although his health was not the best, he remained calm even in the

desolate, abandoned construction site, his

His gaze darkened.

are you!” Johnny brandished his knife at him, a hint of fear lingering in his voice.

voice steady as he said, “This is my home. If anyone should be asking that question, it

home? Johnny searched his memories.

How on earth did Mark manage to find

commented, “Young man, you have quite

forward, leaning on his walking stick, completely disregarding

and his subordinates

Weapons don’t discriminate. You’re not young anymore. There’s no need to

experienced struggles from my youth until now. There’s nothing I haven’t seen. Your mere knife

to move forward, truly

and his subordinates exchanged glances, unsure of what to do next. Should we take action? But this man is, nominally, Heather’s father at present! If we don’t, then what are we

of his blade. “Listen, young man. Whatever you’re planning to

unmistakably carried a trace of anticipation, but in