The Epic Blind Date with My Boss

In fact, josie wasn’t in a hurry to leave

There was an office building near the show venue She sent to the cafe on the buildings second floor and ordered an americano Sitting by the floor-to-ceiling window she watched Heather come and go before standing on the street again

From Josie’s perspective, Heather height was actually about the same as hers

After about ten minutes of waiting, a Bealey pulled up to the curb The driver’s door opened, and to Josie’s surprise, it wasn’t the Olsen family’s chauffeur who emerged, but a familiar face

It was Moses

He got out of the cat, opened the back door, and gestured to Heather. “Ms. Olsen, please

Heather was clearly taken by surprise. She leaned slightly forward, smiling as she spoke to the man in the back seat.

From Josie’s perspective, she could perfectly see the passenger’s impeccably tailored suit. The man likely just got out of a meeting. –

The man’s jawline was well-defined and recognizable at a glance.

got

the americano by her side. The bitter yet aromatic flavor immediately filled her mouth, stimulating her brain nerves and forcing her to

have a habit of stalking your ex-husband?” A voice suddenly came from behind her. A jolt ran down Josie’s spine as she looked up to see a

across from her, blocking her view. “Bastille Group is renting this office building. My secretary came down to buy coffee and happened

Morgan watched her with great interest, his expression calm.

her eyes. Just my

thought you would buy the building outright.”

he heard her comment. He replied

added, “But we have to wait until

coffee, which happened to be an americano. Morgan took a sip and raised

crisis in full swing, do you really

tax evasion behavior, has made amends by paying their due taxes in full.

dressed in a white shirt, spoke these words with wit and

words to mean that everything had been settled, which was why

billions that Bastille Group lost seem to mean nothing to

the easiest thing to earn is money. If it’s gone, just earn it again.” Morgan lifted his cup and took another sip, continuing, “If Dexter thinks he