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

Before she could finish her sentence, someone from behind covered her mouth and swiftly subdued her. The men exchanged glances and moved her to the back seat.

Josie’s head throbbed with excruciating pain, as if it were about to split open. Her hands and feet were bound, and her eyes and mouth were covered. The vehicle traversed a bumpy road, enveloped in an eerie silence that could suffocate a person.

Josie was consumed by utter confusion. Who were these people? What did they want?

The only response she received was the sound of the vehicle’s jostling.

The profound darkness sent shivers down her spine, leaving her devoid of any sense of security. They were neither Morgan’s nor Dexter’s people. There was no reason for them to treat her in such a manner. So, who could they be…

Josie had made too many enemies. She didn’t even know which faction was behind this. In this moment, she finally comprehended the significance of Dexter’s words—things would become more perilous in the future.

Josie fought to maintain her composure. She didn’t even have to wait for the future to unfold. As soon as she disembarked from the plane arranged by Dexter, she was kidnapped.

After an indeterminate amount of time, the vehicle finally came to a halt. The kidnappers forcefully pulled her out of the car. From the sounds of it, they traversed a gravel path.

The coldness that greeted her face was mingled with the scent of nature, indicating that this place must be quite remote.

roughly thrown to the

hemp rope cut into her wrists and

the kidnapper’s voice inquire, “What do we do

and inform everyone. It’s

supposed to keep an

“Make the call first.”

be an abandoned

herself. Eventually, she gave up and lay

while, the kidnapper returned and tied Josie to a chair. He removed the cloth that had covered her eyes and

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fierceness and intimidation. He gently ran the tip of his knife across

at him. “Who’s pulling

glance at the sky. “Hmm, it seems like a storm

a roof, the icy

Was it Arnold who ordered you to do

the bald