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

Several individuals sat around the table while the server poured tea for each of them. Apologetically, he mentioned, “Mr. Dalton will be arriving shortly.”

These individuals were clearly more intrigued by the only woman present. “Mr. Russell, who is this lady?”

“My name is Alice,” Josie replied with just the right tone. However, what these individuals wanted to know was not just a mere title. From their intermittent conversations, Josie deduced the underlying cause.

There was a piece of land where Rivodia and Wavery intersected, and an ongoing dispute between the two sides, each vying for the land. In such a situation, it was inevitable for the key figures to come forward and negotiate.

Dexter’s gaze remained fixed on Josie. The hands she rested on her lap were no longer as delicate as they used to be, indicating the hardships she had endured over the past two years.

“Over the past two years, the Bastille family’s influence has indeed declined, while Mr. Dalton has been rising to prominence. It must have been quite challenging for all of you to navigate through this,” Dexter said, his words carrying deep implications.

Several people sighed. “It’s wonderful that you understand us, Mr. Russell, but we still have to fight for this piece of land.”

Dexter chuckled.

Soon, there was a commotion outside. The attendant entered first, followed by the important figure.

“Mr. Russell, we meet again.”

through the room. Josie immediately looked up, her gaze landing on a tall man who had just entered. The man wore a mask that concealed

Dalton.” The two of

long time, Mr. Russell. This is indeed the first time in two years,” Wayne spoke in a teasing tone, then invited

noticed a very faint scar on his wrist, which was

She narrowed her eyes.

my assistant,”

his gaze penetrating through the mask.

back at the highway intersection years ago, with Arnold charging through the

time, Wayne had

negotiation process was mostly handled by the staff. Conversations between Dexter and Wayne were much

stepped onto the international stage. Do they still need to compete with Rivodia for this piece of land?” Wayne pondered. “Over

the same with you, Mr. Dalton? You’re on the verge of taking over the

two exchanged a glance, their lips curving into meaningful

care for some top-quality chamomile tea?” Wayne suddenly changed the subject, looking towards

expression unchanged. “I don’t fancy drinking