The Epic Blind Date with My Boss

The cocktail party was held on the top floor of the same hotel last time. Most people in the industry had a touch of an artist about them, casual and free without too many rules.

It was Josie’s first time attending the event. Laura kept her company by her side, long since well-versed in navigating such a social setting, effortlessly mingling with a drink in her hand. Alice’s name was renowned, so the mere mention of it drew a crowd over, striking up a conversation and getting acquainted.

Most of the time, Josie acknowledged others with a smile, only engaging in conversation when she encountered someone she could get along with.

There were indeed a few individuals who were quite famous, whom Josie also heard about while abroad. However, the majority were unfamiliar to her.

“Any family with some money sends their children abroad to study from a young age. This field is the easiest to make a name for oneself, so many involve themselves in the industry to secure better marriage prospects and have a credible title to their name,” Laura explained.

At that, understanding dawned up upon Josie.

She didn’t pay attention to all that, only concerned about why Vivian hadn’t shown up yet.

During the event, Laura went to the restroom. Feeling somewhat disinterested, Josie wandered toward the rooftop, lost in thought.

didn’t notice the group of women posing for a photo at the back, but as they watched her walk by, her

“I don’t her either.”

She let out a snort of laughter and walked out right away. “I remember this gown was ordered by Laura

Josie finally realized they were talking about her. Turning around to the sight of Shirley, a headache assailed her.

tell me she’s

seeing some opportunist swooping in and snatching others’ resources as soon as

leading to the onlookers subconsciously

want to engage with them, so she bypassed them directly to leave. However, Shirley pushed her back. “So, I hit a nerve? Where

else do you want to

take this gown off and return it to its rightful owner. Everyone knows that Laura has been working

piece of clothing, but those who didn’t know better might mistake it for Josie having stolen

around, observing that the onlookers were all heavily made-up socialites who were curiously peering in her

anger. “Ms. Ross, let’s not worry about my attire for now. This event today is a cocktail party for designers. May I know your renowned name is

words, she was skeptical about Shirley’s