The Epic Blind Date with My Boss

Chapter 662 The New Girl

The unexpected question caught everyone off guard.

Feeling humiliated and anxious, she hesitated for a moment before visibly flustering. “I’m his companion. he booked for the night!”

Companion? The word invoked various possibilities. Josie nodded slightly, “Oh, he’s booked a companion? I must have missed that part…”

The woman on the other end responded smugly, “Hasn’t anyone ever called you dumb, Mrs. Russell?”

“Hmm… you sound like the smarty pants here.” Josie retorted before promptly ending the call.

Two minutes later, Larry received a message on his phone, ‘Can you get someone to check on Mr. Russell’s phone?”

Larry was left perplexed, having endured a lengthy negotiation meeting only to be bombarded with an ambiguous message.

He showed his phone to Dexter, saying, “It’s a message from Mrs. Russell.”

Furrowing his brow, Dexter powered on the phone Moses recently delivered and was taken aback to find a

woman’s screensaver.

that moment, everything clicked, and Dexter came to

never came. It turned out that the

typically bustling with servers and guests, was now

situation, the manager hurriedly arrived and almost peed in his pants,

new girls

lives does she think she has to dare provoke Mrs. Russell… She’s practically asking for

the founder of Mandarin Oriental Hotel, had gradually distanced himself from its day-to-day management in recent years. However, it remained the most profitable company in the entire Wavery underworld. Its influence was respected and feared

cancel someone, it would spell their ultimate

sofa, idly tinkering with his phone. Equipped with an automatic -recording function,

to it once, Dexter rewound and listened

You know how men can be-they

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played out for a grueling ten minutes, leaving everyone

anyone ever called you

to this segment three times in

but feel

trouble actively; most of the time, he couldn’t be bothered. However, if he intentionally made someone’s life difficult, that person wouldn’t be in

time.

that answered my wife’s

pocketed his phone, his countenance