That Day When I Got Married to My Boss at the Blind Date

Chapter 1012

His eyes were pitch black, his gaze light and faint.

Josie’s breath hitched, her mind going blank. She saw the man quickly avert his gaze as if he hadn’t seen anything at all.

Immediately after, he casually replied, “Hmm, interesting. She seems like someone with a strong support system, who can act boldly and fears nothing.”

Josie didn’t have any hope for that company.

Every time she visited Rivodia, she would spend a night there. Her identity didn’t attract as much attention as it did in Wavery, allowing her to act without any reservations.

She carried Paul’s photo, inquiring everywhere.

She had a feeling that his disappearance was related to Rivodia.

That day, she was sitting in a small pasta restaurant, enjoying her meal, when she received a call from Scott. “Ms. Warren, are you free? I’d like to invite you for a meal.”

Josie glanced at the pasta in front of her, grinning. “I’m eating. If you have anything you want to tell me, tell me on the phone.”

“You’ve been quite popular lately. I thought you wouldn’t answer my call,” he joked.

Josie couldn’t bring herself to laugh.

“Scar had disappeared for several months, only to reappear in Rivodia,” Scott stated, getting straight to the point.

Josie halted abruptly. “Where?”

“Rivodia,” Scott repeated. “I’m just informing you of the progress. I’ll notify you if there are any further developments. By the way, where are you now?”

Rivodia. Josie didn’t respond directly. She pursed her lips. “Sergeant Buncho, I’m hanging up now.”

As the sun was setting, the television in the restaurant was broadcasting financial news. She glanced at it absentmindedly, only to suddenly catch sight of Dexter’s figure.

He appeared on television during a broadcasted meeting. His eyes resembled a serene spring, forever restrained and calm.

That was the first time she had seen Dexter’s figure again after so many days.

However, the content of the broadcast was not good news for him. After Josie listened carefully, she roughly understood.

At the time, Dexter held forty-nine percent of the shares, and so did Isaac.

The two were equal in strength and status, their situation had already reached a critical stage.

Dexter staked his future on her persistence.

He won the gamble, yet lost everything.

Josie wanted to laugh. Dexter had never engaged in a losing deal, yet at that moment, he was willing to lose for her sake.

He seemed deeply affectionate towards her. Yet after recognizing her, he still contemplated sending her abroad and marrying Heather.

Josie could roughly guess the reason behind it.

He was too clear-headed, so clear-headed that it was impossible to see through him.

Her phone vibrated once more. It was an email from the construction company, offering her a position to start the following day.

Josie replied word by word: I apologize, but I might have to postpone for two days.

She booked a high-speed train back to Wavery.

However, as soon as she stepped out, she was stopped by a group of burly bodyguards. “Ms. Warren, we’ve been waiting for you.”

Josie stood firm. “Who do you all belong to?”

“Mr. Harrison would like to invite you for tea.”

He still managed to find her. Back when they divorced, Dexter had given Josie one percent of the Russell Group’s equity. At last, that equity finally came in handy.

“What if I didn’t go?” asked Josie.

“Then don’t blame us for not being polite.”

Josie raised an eyebrow, spotting a group of familiar figures. “Take a look behind you.”

They frowned, simultaneously turning their heads to look back. To their surprise, they saw Moses’ bodyguards, dressed in plain clothes, blending into the crowd. Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

Over the past few days, two groups of people had been following Josie in Wavery and Rivodia, but they had never disturbed her.

Issac’s men paled in disbelief. In the end, they chose not to argue further. “Retreat!”

After Moses saw them leave, he breathed a sigh of relief. However, as he watched Josie approach step by step, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of fear creeping in subconsciously. “Josie.”