The Epic Blind Date with My Boss

The same items were still in the box. Josie checked them one by one, only breathing a sigh of relief once she confirmed everything was in order. It wasn’t until she got to the very bottom that she found a thin document tucked away. It was the same size as the box and could easily have been overlooked.

Josie furrowed her brows, attempting to pick it up. It was a document consisting of only a few pages, densely packed with words. She brought it closer, puzzled. The glaring bold letters made her frown deepen.

It was a divorce agreement!

It was Dexter’s and her divorce agreement. The wording was meticulous, clearly drafted by a renowned lawyer, detailing the division of assets between the two after the divorce.

Josie flipped through the pages one by one. Clearly, this divorce agreement was different from the one Xanthe had initially given her. This one was more… tolerable. It stated that after the divorce, Dexter would grant Josie an eight-figure sum, as well as several estates abroad. She would also receive one percent of Russell Group’s shares.

This was no longer tolerance-it was generosity.

Josie was puzzled. She had never seen this divorce agreement before, so how did it end up in Paul’s box?

and there, boldly written at the signature line of the man’s side, were two dried-out words: Dexter Russell.

were firm and difficult for others to imitate. And at the

clutching the paper tightly. It was a

started to yellow. This indicated that the agreement had been in existence for quite some time. But exactly when was this made?

think about

react. Should she be happy? This legally binding agreement could help her get

meant that the man had been contemplating divorce for a while

outside came the steady sound of footsteps. Dexter, having taken a bath, didn’t see Josie anywhere. He walked to the staircase

sound echoed through the

No one responded.”

by step, he walked to the bedroom door of Paul. His voice was cold. “What are you doing here?”

her head to rearrange the items. Only then did she slowly turn. around, her

furrowed tightly, his gaze falling on the pieces of paper she was gripping in