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 wall..

to clear the wall’s edge, and landed on the

grass due to the momentum. Her ankles throbbed, and

away from Mason Garden, Josie dialed Dexter’s number. She was determined to take action and fill him in later. However, he only picked up right

voice as before. Josie had identified her by now. She kept her

is

him know I’ve left Mason Garden. I’m heading

scribbling filled the other end.

that confirmation, Josie

Residence. Andy, spotting her, was taken aback. “Mrs. Russell? What’s…

I’m

isn’t here.”

noticed the

Josie surged ahead.

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

of red wine in the air.

striking, yet his smile held an intriguingly dangerous charm. “Turning my office into a club, huh? Come as

resting on the desk, her