The Epic Blind Date with My Boss

Chapter 856 Eavesdropping Through The Phone 

When Josie woke up the next day, she was plagued by a splitting headache.

The instant she unlocked her phone, a pile of missed calls and messages grected her. Her brows furrowed when she saw a news notification with a photo of her and Morgan, caught in a seemingly intimate tug-of- war by the street.

She nearly fainted at the sight of it. The journalist also spun an intimate story, saying they embraced each other by the street as their love overflowed.

Words cluded her.

I was having a row with him! Are journalists’ eyesight that bad these days?

Josie was wholly frustrated. Without even looking at those messages, she already knew who they were from.

In the afternoon, Mallory sat in her sunlit office. Scrolling through her phone, she doubled over in laughter. “The photo turned out pretty well, capturing the intimate atmosphere perfectly.”

Josie couldn’t be bothered to move. “I’m not a celebrity. Why are there always paparazzi following me?”

“Could it be that they were following Morgan? The visit of Bastille Group’s CEO to Wavery to invest is big news. It’ll be reported on TV in the next couple of days, so many people must be keeping an eye on him.”

her phone before adding. “They probably didn’t expect that they’d end up writing entertainment gossip when they originally wanted financial news.

in

more interested in Dexter’s reaction.”

intensified. The person Dexter detests most is Morgan. If he were to learn about this, I can’t imagine what he would

knocked on the office door. “Ms. Jo, there’s a parcel

opened it. To her surprise, it was a peach

promptly

autumn now. Where did this peach blossom come from?” Mallory exclaimed

the sender’s phone number on the parcel. Without hesitation, she took out his phone and placed the call. After three rings, the call

she could speak, a man’s voice came through. “Guess where I am.”

Josie said nothing.

she remained silent, Morgan continued, “Russell Group’s conference room.”

held her

soon. Would you

immediately wanted to hang up, but reason stopped her. Instead, she massaged her temples.

sounds of steady footsteps drifted. out. Dexter’s voice was exceedingly distinctive, tinged with a hint of richness and huskiness. “Mr. Bastille.”

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