The Epic Blind Date with My Boss

Arnold’s smug smirk etched deeper as he deliberately spilled a glass of wine onto the ground, remarking. “Navigating the storms of Wavery is the real challenge, wouldn’t you say, Dex?”

With his words hanging in the air, the group trailed after Josie, their strides determined.

Unnoticed by anyone, Dexter’s gaze turned remarkably intense.

Scar stumbled along, his caution evident, and turned to Arnold, “Did Mrs. Russell provoke her husband. just now? What’s going on between them…”.

Arnold playfully slapped his head, “Address her as Ms. Warren, not Mrs. Russell!”

Scar’s typical menacing demeanor appeared oddly wronged now, “Well… Mr. Carter, but she’s already married to Dexter Russell. Are you sure you’re not being too hopeful?”

Why did he get the sense that Arnold was instead relishing this fictitious identity of Josie?

Shooting Scar a glare, he corrected himself promptly, “Alright, alright, my mistake. Ms. Warren, it is.”

Meanwhile, Josie wandered aimlessly, not knowing her destination but driven by the need to walk and dispel the frustration within her.

Arnold waved off the others and trailed Josie, holding her bag.

After walking for around thirty minutes, Josie’s fatigue began to set in. She found a slightly elevated spot and took in the nocturnal panorama of Wavery,

her, a playful grin on his face. “This skyscraper of mine is enormous. You wouldn’t even cover half of

playful banter. She remained silent, letting the breeze tousle her hair.

If they cast a glance downwards, they would spot Dexter’s car parked at the entrance, surrounded by a convoy of five

open area, Leanne at his side. Their conversation seemed to

don’t want to doubt him, but

unaware of Leanne’s position at the Russell Group.

Dexter informed her?

mention such a spicy topic to you?

ground about Mark and

he revisited today’s event. “And it’s not far off from the

the shocking and spicy truths inadvertently adds to the intrigue. How exciting!

as if he were watching

this on purpose,” Josie

misunderstood me

the back seat. Their vehicle led the convoy, departing

her mind in a whirl, Josie’s headache

the blue, Arnold reached out, steadying her arm. “How about we head back and

I won’t let Summer belittle

leave, she suddenly remembered something,

the way, about what you said to Scar earlier, remember,