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

They all gazed at Josie with intrigue. Not long ago, Shirley, who had just been chastised, stood amidst the crowd. Josie let out a breath and asked, “What is this?”

Zach’s face was devoid of any emotion. He casually picked up a bottle of wine from the table and headed straight toward Josie.

The surrounding staff didn’t dare to intervene. This wasn’t the first time the wealthy heir had caused a scene. Their usual solution was to call the police, but it was futile. The rich heirs had the means to smooth over any situation with their wealth.

If one ended up hurting themselves, then it simply wouldn’t be worth it. Tension knotted Josie’s back as she uttered when the man approached her, “Zach, have you lost your mind?”

“You’re too much.” Zach slightly leaned forward, his gaze mocking as he stared at Josie. He lightly tapped the bottle of wine in his hand. “Upon returning, you blocked the road, delivered documents to Dad, and even lectured my people. You really think highly of yourself, don’t you?”

Those people, likely all on a par with Zach, were waiting to see a spectacle.

Josie’s fingers tightened into a fist. She glanced at the surveillance camera overhead and asked, “What are you planning to do to me?”

Clearly, she was at a disadvantage, so it wasn’t wise for her to confront the situation head-on.

one thing is certain: you need to leave Wavery, just like you

he did at that moment. It didn’t matter who she had been before. He had always treated her like a joke. Evidently, he didn’t care if she had

Her identity was known to

an eyebrow. “What if I

as soon as possible. However,

would be just

hurled away the bottle in his hand. It smashed against the wall less than a meter behind Josie, the sound echoing loudly. The crimson liquid splattered onto her, looking eerily like

out

had weathered far greater storms than this. There was no reason for

behind her gradually ascended, and

profound steadiness. She asked, “Zach, why do you

did you say?” Zach sneered, practically itching to grab her by

‘You, and the group of people behind you, are like overgrown infants who believe that money can solve everything. But in reality, it’s you who are weak and incapable. You are the ones who bully the weak and fear the strong. After all these years, you haven’t grown or improved at all, treating the things I discarded as if