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

Josephine seemed uncertain about whether to trust Arnold’s words, but nonetheless, she nestled within his embrace, seeking comfort.

Scar unable to contain his impatience, nudged Josie, signaling it was time for them to leave. “Enough gawking. Let’s go!”

Suddenly, Josie found herself being whisked into a bedroom, the door locking with a click behind her. “Hey!” she called out in protest, but Scar had already secured the door from the outside, leaving her with no choice but to stay.

Surveying her surroundings, Josie realized she was in a room far too lavish for any ordinary bodyguard. The presence of liquor on the bedside table caught her attention-it was brandy, a detail that hinted this was Arnold’s master bedroom.

The thought crossed her mind that Arnold had managed to keep a secret lover hidden in such a place.

While searching for an escape, she was startled by a pair of hands that suddenly covered her mouth from behind.

“It’s me!” a familiar voice whispered, bringing a sense of relief.

Turning around, Josie found Dexter standing there, his presence in the room as surprising as it was reassuring.

“How did you get here?” she asked, stepping back to gauge his response.

“I went on a patrol.”

“What did you find? What’s on the ship?”

an entire warehouse overflowing with money, a sum so vast it could easily be

mentioned that any mishap could lead to the ship

off by Dexter, “I’ve been

“You…”

How else do you think Josephine was roused from her sleep?” Dexter revealed, shedding light

that woman, and why does

a reputable wife to solidify

ensnared in his own game,” Josie mused aloud. “Arnold and Summer were merely pawns for Wayne, used to ingratiate himself with the elite. It’s rather sad, isn’t

from his actions. Was survival his sole

connection, “The second-in-command-that was the

looks confirmed their mutual understanding, with Dexter concluding, “We can no longer use

is one of Mr.

broached the subject of Josie’s earlier interaction with Arnold. “I

was playing him,”

rueful smile, was, “I’m not