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

Several security guards had been injured, unable to even stand, frightening quite a few guests.

When Arnold found out, he was just extricating himself from a social engagement. He lit a cigarette and leaned against the door, only looking up after he had finished listening to Scar’s report.

Fearfully, Scar reported, “They say it was Dexter who hurt those bodyguards, and the bodyguards beat Josie. The news is spreading like wildfire in the circle.”

In less than ten minutes, Arnold drove to the hospital, emerging from the elevator with a few people.

Just then, they saw Dexter sitting on a chair by the hospital room door. Larry had brought him medicine, which he swallowed directly without water. On the side of his fair-skinned face was a wound, from which fresh blood had seeped out and had now dried up.

It was an injury from the fight.

Dexter felt the gaze on him, subtly pocketed the medicine, and greeted, “Mr. Mills.”

Arnold snapped back to his senses. “I heard that someone in my establishment has upset you, Mr. Russell, so I came specifically to check.”

Leaning back, Dexter said, “Thanks to you, I survived.”

“Of course, Mr. Russell couldn’t possibly be dead. It’s my subordinates who have suffered, now barely clinging to life.”

“Since you say so, it makes me question your Intentions, Mr. Mills. Do you not welcome me? Or do you intend to kill me by ambushing me?”

eyes. He was more than willing to engage in open confrontation, but if anyone resorted to such despicable

the wrong, defended himself, “I didn’t intend for that

could that have

investigating,” Arnold

was already seething with murderous intent by his side, could no longer hold himself back. He wanted to step forward but was

those security

one who personally inflicted the injury, I naturally had to show some respect. I didn’t send them to the

rather heavy-handed. I’m afraid I might have broken their ribs. If they don’t go to the hospital,

intently. “Even if they’re dead, it has nothing to

and his profile flushed

you,

by Justin who extended his hand and said, “Who do you think you are? Do you even deserve to

Arnold’s eyes.

and firm. “All that is in the

back to meet Dexter’s gaze. “Mr. Russell, your subordinate is

emotion, Dexter signaled Justin to withdraw his

is my