The Epic Blind Date with My Boss

Josie had guessed it. Otherwise, her departure from the art gallery that day wouldn’t have been so smooth. Dexter’s people didn’t dare to stop her.

“Is she dead?” She was concerned about this.

For a moment, Morgan was taken aback. He asked, “What?” Then he responded, “Pfft. No. If she really wanted to die, she would have done it long ago.”

The car was heading toward her place. Sensing Josie’s silence, Morgan, who rarely spoke for Dexter, said, “If I were him, I probably wouldn’t have a better solution either. The Olsen family is powerful. It’s impossible not to consider the pros and cons.”

That’s right. I’m basically nothing compared to the pros and cons. Josie did not express an opinion.

Upon returning home, Morgan walked in with a look of disdain. “This place is too small. I’ll have someone get you a new one.”

Josie stepped over the couch and poured him a glass of water. “How much longer can you stay in Wavery? Where will I live when you go back?”

Morgan stared at her. “Come back to Rivodia with me.”

Though it’s small, it has everything I need,

who had tasted hardship could possess. Morgan, having seen many daughters of elite families,

he looked left and right, still unsatisfied. He sat down reluctantly, his gaze

filled Josie’s eyes. She looked at him and suddenly said, “Morgan, if the person you met were the old me, perhaps

furrowed his brows, asking,

curved her lips into

felt inferior, as they were considered a good match in

“But it’s not necessarily so either. It’s

the case, she wouldn’t have met Morgan. The one who would captivate her would

plagiarism against Heather vanished without a trace. It seemed as if everyone had an unspoken agreement not to mention it anymore. It was clear

wrapped around her wrist. She couldn’t

me?” Heather asked, tears streaming down her face. “Do you think I’ve disgraced you all by

his chair, legs crossed, his tone indifferent. “Leanne, the worst thing a girl