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

The cocktail party was held on the top floor of the same hotel last time. Most people in the industry had a touch of an artist about them, casual and free without too many rules.

It was Josie’s first time attending the event. Laura kept her company by her side, long since well-versed in navigating such a social setting, effortlessly mingling with a drink in her hand. Alice’s name was renowned, so the mere mention of it drew a crowd over, striking up a conversation and getting acquainted.

Most of the time, Josie acknowledged others with a smile, only engaging in conversation when she encountered someone she could get along with.

There were indeed a few individuals who were quite famous, whom Josie also heard about while abroad. However, the majority were unfamiliar to her.

“Any family with some money sends their children abroad to study from a young age. This field is the easiest to make a name for oneself, so many involve themselves in the industry to secure better marriage prospects and have a credible title to their name,” Laura explained.

At that, understanding dawned up upon Josie.

She didn’t pay attention to all that, only concerned about why Vivian hadn’t shown up yet.

During the event, Laura went to the restroom. Feeling somewhat disinterested, Josie wandered toward the rooftop, lost in thought.

notice the group of women posing for a photo at the back, but as they watched her walk by, her distinct aura took them

“I don’t her either.”

and walked out right away.

to the sight of Shirley, a headache assailed her. “You

into her everywhere? Don’t tell me she’s also one of those who went abroad

swooping in and snatching others’ resources as soon as she returned.

onlookers subconsciously viewing Josie as

directly to leave. However, Shirley pushed her back. “So, I hit a nerve? Where

else do you want to

shoes, I would definitely take this gown off and return it to its rightful owner. Everyone knows that Laura has been working her heart out

that she was speaking of a mere piece of clothing, but those who didn’t know better might mistake it for Josie

observing that the onlookers were all heavily made-up socialites who were curiously peering

is a cocktail party for designers. May I know your

skeptical about Shirley’s reason