The Epic Blind Date with My Boss

Josie instinctively glared at him, catching a glimpse of Dexter’s expression gradually turning. menacing from the corner of her eye.

“How about that? I remembered correctly, didn’t I?” Morgan asked with a smile. “You must have had a tough few years, so take your time and have a good soak.”

Before Josie could even respond, Eugene asked, “Mr. Bastille, do the two of you… know each other?”

“First love.”

Morgan’s words never failed to shock people into silence. Astonishment was written across Eugene’s face. He glanced at Josie, then at Dexter, whose face was taut with tension. “My goodness,” he exclaimed, “everyone said Mr. Bastille was quite the charmer in his youth. Who would have thought he’d run into his first love like this? What a coincidence, don’t you think, Mr. Rusell?”

Josie gritted her teeth in frustration, knowing full well Morgan did it on purpose, deliberately making things difficult for her.

“What I mean is, I was her first love,” Morgan corrected leisurely. His gaze met Dexter’s directly. Sparks of palpable danger flew between them.

disinterested in their dispute. She turned to the server and said, “I’m on my

Morgan’s arrangement. Instead of acknowledging

shrugged. “Skip her, then.”

a private dining room. Dexter led the way, not sparing another glance at Josie. As they walked through the corridor, one of the private rooms’ doors suddenly opened, and a woman walked out. The woman looked up at the group in surprise. “Dex!”

Her figure may not be voluptuous, but she carried herself with a youthful and playful grace,

“What are you

in Rivodia was amazing, and the vegetarian

dining room, the woman dining elegantly was none other

smoothened, nodding slightly at her. “Ms.

is truly excellent,” Morgan agreed with a

spoke, he turned his gaze toward

set in stone. She expressed her thanks, then walked over to Dexter and whispered intimately, “Dex, my mother will be going back. for her prayers later, and I’ll be so bored on my own. Can I hang out with you guys

without a trace of hesitation, “We’re a group of men discussing business, so it’s not appropriate for a girl like you to join us.”

group?” Heather was talking

Dexter’s