The Epic Blind Date with My Boss

Chapter 97 Would You Divorce Me?

“Correct me if I’m mistaken, Mr. Lane, but just a few days ago, you made it clear that you would rather hand over Landon to Arnold Cartier than give me a chance, Dexter chuckled softly, his face clouding over in the dim lighting.

Martin swallowed, narrowing his eyes. “Mr. Russell, let’s be honest here. I could easily use Alex’s injury assessment to take your employee to court. You won’t even have the time to contend with me anymore.”

Thinking of Josic, Dexter’s usually expressionless face changed slightly. He set down his cup and asked. “Mr. Lane, do you know where your brother took Justin Warren out from?”

“Who is Justin Warren?” Martin couldn’t even follow where Dexter’s question was leading him to.

“He is the person that started all these, Dexter reminded.

“Where?”

“My hotel, Mandarin Oriental. Dexter, the man always under control, revealed a sinister smile. “Your brother has been doing all the illegal deeds. He has blood stains all over his hands from all these years, not to mention usury. I could expose him with the proof of him engaging in violence and debt collection

alone.”

hadn’t been handling things personally for years, so it wasn’t surprising that he was unaware of

there’s a reason why Mandarin Oriental has steadily stood its place in Wavery for so many years, Dexter spoke faster, exuding a compelling momentum that

was destined to end in discord, and the conversation ended with his face

people can save you from the charge of embezzling

with tea, and Dexter stepped forward, walking past him and out of the private room. Ivy, who was waiting outside, immediately followed. “Mr. Russell, isn’t this too radical?

happen,” Dexter

and rarely saw him being irrational. However, she had already witnessed him losing control so many times in this project, and all of it was related to that

and don’t give anyone a handle,” Dexter reminded in a

that employee? Should I go on

said, tilting his head and glancing at

pursed her lips, a wave of jealousy thrummed through

Arnold Carter been up

an incident in his project, and someone died. Public relations hadn’t been handled