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

Josie didn’t believe it, yet she felt it was something he could have done. “You still haven’t woken up?”

With a soft chuckle over the phone, Dexter said, “I was busy dealing with some matters until noon, and I only managed to get two hours of sleep.”

Josie couldn’t help but recall his beastly behavior in bed, leaving no trace of sympathy for him. “Serve you right.”

“Jo, Josephine’s father has been released,” Dexter suddenly whispered.

“Why?” Josie’s attempt to pour another cup of peppermint tea came to an abrupt halt. She was taken aback. The evidence of corruption should be irrefutable before an investigation is initiated. How could anyone possibly be released unscathed?

“Do you remember Summer? She was in cahoots with Arnold and managed to get involved with someone at the state level. I’m not surprised that things have escalated to this point.”

“It’s absurd that he’s just released like this.”

“Officially, they say he’s suspended pending an investigation, but with his daughter involved, it’s unlikely he would be let off the hook easily. So even though you’re in Wavery now, you must always be mindful of your safety.”

Dexter rose, his sleepiness completely gone. From a distance, the distinct click of a lighter could be heard.

“I understand your concerns about my status. Hence, the Olsen family is the most visible source of security for you.”

Josie understood. Even if she was reluctant to admit it, she had no choice

the

staring blankly at the peppermint tea before her. Time had passed, and the tea had grown somewhat cold. The herbs in the water resembled

Justin stays by his side.

that she agreed so readily. “He probably has

out a scoff. “Forget about him… Even a

woman, who could hardly be called a daughter of an elite family, had managed to offend everyone she could offend in Wavery

through his cigarette, Dexter heard an apologetic voice from a staff member on his

the end, immediately hanging

day, bathed in the perfect warmth of the sun, one could already sense the solitude and melancholy brought about

she once again saw the airport from two years ago, where Nathan had handed her a card. “Ten million. It’s from Claudia. She insists that you take good care of yourself when you’re

had broken that card, leaving it scattered on the

interrupted Josie’s train of thought. It was Emily, the one who took care of her daily needs, standing there apologetically. “Ms. Olsen,

gaze, casually raising

and said, “Yes,