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.”

middle-aged man, tinged with weariness, echoed through the room. Josie immediately looked up, her gaze landing on a tall man who had just entered. The man

Dalton.” The two of them

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

on his wrist, which was not easily discernible unless

She narrowed her eyes.

assistant,” Dexter

gaze penetrating through

as if she was back at the highway intersection years ago, with

had watched them through

Conversations between Dexter and Wayne were much more

need to compete with Rivodia for this piece of land?” Wayne pondered. “Over the past few years, while

“Isn’t it the same with you, Mr. Dalton? You’re on the verge of taking over the entire Bastille

their lips curving into meaningful

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

unchanged. “I