The Epic Blind Date with My Boss

A sudden notion dawned on her.

Could it be that beyond some of the Russell family, Pop had attracted adversaries? But his life and connections were uncomplicated, and she couldn’t seem to come up with anyone who might bear a grudge against him.

Past disputes, maybe? But her knowledge of Pop’s history was limited. Anxious thoughts churned within. Josie. After some contemplation, she retrieved the medical qualification certificate with the bold ‘Rivodia City Hospital’ written on the box.

“Mrs. Russell, Mr. Russell instructed us to keep you within Mason Garden…..”

The servant stood by the doorway, attempting to obstruct her exit.

“I just spoke with him. He’s fine with me going out.”

The servant was skeptical. “Well… unless Mr. Russell confirms that, we can’t permit you to leave….”

Given Josie’s feeble condition, her ashen appearance suggested a gentle breeze could knock her over. Josie was darn sure Dexter wouldn’t entertain her request even if she reached out to Dexter.

Taking a deep breath, she had no choice but to retreat to her bedroom.

There was an external staircase extended from the bedroom balcony. However, the door at the base was locked. She’d need to climb over the wall if she wanted to escape this dungeon.

Josie descended the stairs carefully and was just about to hoist herself over the wall when the servant noticed her. “Mrs. Russell! Stop right there!”

was already halfway up the

of energy, managed to clear the wall’s edge, and landed on the other side. “I’ll talk to Dexter. Don’t follow me!”

jumped down, tumbling onto the grass due to the momentum. Her

and fill him in later. However, he only picked

her by now. She kept her query concise. “Where’s Mr. Russell?”

Russell is occupied.”

I’ve left Mason Garden. I’m heading to find

scribbling filled the other end.

that confirmation, Josie hung up.

her, was taken aback. “Mrs. Russell? What’s… Aren’t you worried about

I’m

Carter isn’t

While waiting outside, she noticed the illuminated

Josie surged ahead.

can’t just enter…” Andy attempted to stop her, employing minimal force and lacking any serious intention

scent of red wine in

striking, yet his smile held an intriguingly dangerous charm. “Turning my office into a

resting on the desk,