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

The man abruptly halted, opting instead to raise his hands high in a gesture of surrender, “We’re just here on patrol. As soon as we notice something out of the ordinary, we won’t hesitate to report it to our superiors.”

It was evident that Dexter’s car, parked at a discreet distance, had gone unnoticed by them.

“Who’s calling the shots for you guys?” Josie pressed, her tone sharp, the threat of the gun against their heads eliciting an involuntary shiver from both men.

After a moment of hesitant eye contact between them, one stammered out, “I-It’s Robyn…”

This admission made it clear that these two were merely foot soldiers in Arnold’s operation, assigned to patrol rather than being trusted insiders; they didn’t even know his true identity.

“What was supposed to be the shipment on those ships?” Josie inquired further.

“Cash…”

Josie’s gaze drifted back to the large vessels anchored in the river, as she contemplated the vast amount of capital required for such an operation-a sum that would undoubtedly attract attention if moved through conventional banking channels.

Arnold’s personally escorting the shipment, huh?

“And what else?” she asked.

The man’s response came with a hint of desperation, his arms thrown up in a sign of complete surrender, “T-That’s all I know. Mr. Mills wouldn’t blink an eye at our lives. Even if you killed me, my lips are sealed.”

Josie shared his sentiment. With a swift movement, she kicked away the pager that was still attached to his back, its screen glowing with an incoming message. “Answer it,” she commanded firmly.

click, and immediately, a voice filled with urgency broke through, “Arnold, it’s not about Mr.

exactly do you want me to do with it? Aren’t you concerned I might

put distance between us. Mr. Dalton holds you in high esteem-no one

Vipera, remind me, how long have you been with Mr. Dalton?” Arnold interjected, his voice carrying over the

moment, then answered, “Oh,

to the

“Weren’t you the same?”

a

in via the pager,

men glanced at Josie, gauging her reaction before reluctantly answering,

the radar of the higher-ups for his keen

guarding against

forming her next question. The other individual voiced it for her, “Mr.

satisfaction crept into Vipera’s tone,

belts, using them to bind their arms together,

really?” they questioned, still puzzled by Josie’s