The Epic Blind Date with My Boss

After finishing her speech, Josie knelt on the ground, motionless. Scar immediately stepped forward, intending to force himself on her, but Josie pushed him away, grabbed the wine from the table, and downed it in one gulp.

Due to drinking too quickly, she choked on the wine as it went down her throat and coughed for a long time, looking as disheveled as a soaked dog.

Arnold simply observed as the woman beside him lit a cigarette for him. He opened his mouth to take the cigarette, took a puff, and blew a cloud of smoke around him.

After finishing a bottle, Josie felt the alcohol rush to her head and started to feel dizzy. She forced herself to stay alert, staring at Arnold as she asked, “Where is Mallory?”

He responded with a mocking glance.

The woman beside her handed her a second bottle of wine. “One bottle is not enough.”

Arnold’s gaze shifted to the woman as he said, “You’re quite clever.”

The woman accepted the compliment, snuggling into his arms. “That’s because you taught me well, Mr. Carter.”

Josie clenched her teeth and knew she had to play along for now. She grabbed the second bottle and forced herself to gulp it down. The strong liquor burned her throat, feeling like needles pricking her.

it, dirtying the woman’s foot. The woman jumped in shock,

for a tissue to wipe it off, but the woman immediately pulled away

emitted an aura of hostility as he asked, “What do

should clean it up with her mouth,” the woman replied. Although she appeared wronged, her

stared at the woman and asked with a

that no one who comes here is ordinary, but don’t

maintained his smile and asked, “Do you know

expression stiffened momentarily upon hearing him mention Dexter, but

clever,” Arnold said, looking

was meticulously wiping each finger clean with a tissue. Her eyes were filled with newfound fearlessness as she

then picked up the third bottle of wine and handed it to Arnold. “You

read a man’s thoughts while working in a

took the bottle, and

snatched it from him and gulped it down. After finishing the third bottle, she picked up the fourth. The expression on Arnold’s

swiftly pushed open, and a few people shoved a woman inside. She was none other than Mallory herself. Her hands and feet were bound, and a rag was stuffed into her mouth to keep her quiet. She could