The Epic Blind Date with My Boss

Chapter 121 A Trap

“Who is it?”

Dexter asked in his deep and gravelly voice.

Josie appeared from the dark and slowly walked into his office’s soft glow of light. “Are you always this alert, Mr. Russell”

Her canvas bag was slung over her shoulders, and her work outfit was simple. Nonetheless, the office was large and luxurious, with a high ceiling and an open view of the city. Josie felt like a small fish in a big pond.

Once he saw her, the scowl on his face faded. “Why didn’t you return to Mason Garden?*

Josie put her bag down and went closer to him. Her finger rested on his furrowed brows as she said, “I was on my way back, but I decided to wait for Mr. Russell as I saw the lights at the top floor were still on.”

Dexter grabbed onto her hands without losing the frown on his face. “I see you’re no longer afraid of getting caught.”

“Isn’t it thrilling to

between them. Dexter narrowed his eyes when he sensed a

still a little blunt. You love to call me Mr. Russell whenever you seduce me.” Dexter pushed her away softly with a look of disdain masking his face. “A man’s desire cannot

him. Instead, she tilted her head slightly and asked, “I feel this is right up Mr. Russell’s alley. Or else, why would you

the table, but Dexter seemed uninterested. He stared at the antique clock in his ” office. It was five–hundred–year–old antique worth hundreds of thousands. Its

this position than you. You

he doesn’t have any friends. Who would want to be close to

Josie stood behind him and looked at him in confusion. “It’s reasonable for me to save Justin. No one would doubt my intentions. But Mr. Russell, you must’ve set up a chess game and made us your pawns you could

at her. “I

rare Mr. Russell can’t

alert, like a porcupine

a long time, and you’re clearly not on good terms with Arnold Carter. He racked his brain to find your weakness, so he set up a trap for you in Wavery, even though he was in Rivodia. He used me to test you, and you fell into his

Sylmark project as a way to compensate me. I can’t deny that Mr. Russell

understood what she meant. He finished his cigarette and threw it