The Epic Blind Date with My Boss

But Dexter was already geared up, his firearm held firmly. His gaze conveyed a fierce resolve and unyielding determination.

“If I can’t face this fear, how can I call myself a father?” Dexter’s words cut through the tension.

Without further ado, he rose and marched toward the area with fewer wolves. The group could only watch, gripped by apprehension.

Today, facing the danger threatening his own daughter, Dexter finally knew what it was like to love a child. Urgency and worry surged within him; the mere thought of harm befalling his child filled him with an unbearable dread. He wouldn’t want to live either if anything were to happen to her.

Proficient in combat, Dexter was swift and agile. With a deft motion, he seized the leg of an attacking wolf and hurled it aside, outpacing the beast. His other leg swept low, tripping another wolf, its mournful howl piercing the air with a haunting echo.

Yet, the sound drew the attention of the other wolves, their eyes gleaming with bloodthirsty anticipation as they closed in on Dexter.

Dexter narrowed his eyes. His bodyguards positioned nearby braced themselves, ready to unleash a barrage of bullets.

Dexter opted for hand-to-hand combat, inching closer to the dilapidated

waned, a wolf that had been lurking nearby lunged at him from behind.

the wolf’s head with precision, sending it crashing to the ground with a resounding

had been malevolent, its hunger and weakness

He was near the house now, about to call out for Grape, when a haunting howl of

seized him, suffusing

only mean one of two possibilities: either Grape wasn’t there, or she had already fallen

halt, Justin panicked. “What’s happening

face. “Maybe… he senses that something has

legs buckled beneath him, causing him to collapse to the ground, his gaze distant

by wolves, Dexter swiftly regained his composure. Summoning the last reserves of his strength, he pushed open the door of the house.

grave as a sense of foreboding washed over