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

In just one night, Josie completed the tender proposal. Early the next morning, she drove to Lachlan’s company.

The air was exceptionally fresh in the early morning. As she stepped outside, she noticed the front door of the mansion across the street was wide open. It seemed as if someone had already moved in. However, she didn’t pay much attention to it.

“There’s no issue with the contents of the tender proposal. I’ve always had faith in your abilities. But the tender doesn’t start until three days from now, so why are you in such a rush?” Lachlan asked after reading it.

Josie gave a bitter smile. “Is it that obvious?”

“The content here is too aggressive. It’s not your style.”

Josie didn’t respond directly. “Perhaps I was too anxious for success, desperately wanting to make a name for myself.”

“This isn’t like you. What happened?” Lachlan remarked calmly.

In Josie’s mind, she was thinking that Paul couldn’t afford to wait for three days, so she had to act as quickly as possible.

Upon returning to Keller Group two years later, Josie stood before the floor-to-ceiling window, only then realizing that she could see Bastille Group’s skyscraper from her vantage point.

Lachlan followed her gaze and said, “What happened to Bastille Group was a pity. They eventually fell into decline.”

After looking at it, Josie figured that Morgan’s biggest mistake was allowing foreign investment, which led to the gradual erosion of his stake in the company. However, from her perspective, Morgan didn’t seem like the kind of person who could make such a decision.

leaving Keller Group, Josie made a phone call. Outside, a black Porsche had pulled up. As the car window

in a hoarse voice, as if he had been awakened by her. “What’s the matter,

early. I want to

daughter of an elite family, don’t you? Do you think

a bag of breakfast. He mouthed the

but yours do,” Josie said as she sat

bed. “Why

“Where are you

Building C,”

up. I’ll be there

up the phone, Josie looked at Dexter. “Why are you here? Didn’t

the question. “I made it with strawberry jam. Give it a

breakfast… She asked skeptically,

eyebrow. “My daughter is at home, enjoying another sandwich buttered with

did she