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

Chapter 265 Holding a Grudge

Josie felt a sharp pain in her head as she bumped into Mr. Russell. She stumbled back, but she quickly regained her composure. Josie looked up at him, her eyes watering from the pain. “Mr. Russell,” she greeted him indifferently.

Dexter held a cup of coffee in his hands. His knuckles were red and chapped from the cold outside

He wore a black windbreaker that hugged his tall frame. He had the kind of figure that would turn heads wherever he went. If he walked down the street, he would be sure to catch the attention of many admirers.

Dexter didn’t look into her eyes. He pushed the door behind her and uttered coldly, “Come in if you have something to say.”

Josie hesitated at her spot, unsure if she should follow him inside. She tightened her grip on the proposal, mulling over her thoughts.

He paused his footsteps and looked over at her with a scornful stare.

“I’ll only give you ten minutes.”

Josie had no choice but to follow behind him.

a newly printed document as the scent of

stormed into her office, still enraged by the events that had unfolded at the construction site. She had been running all the way back and was starting to let out a sweat. She tossed her scarf aside

snow outside. Her deep, dark eyes shone with intelligence and wit. She looked breathtakingly stunning. However, she had a bruise on

his desk. “The government will only be using this land two months from now on. I suggest you continue to persuade the residents while it’s still winter,” he said, dismissing her

had flatly rejected

office, staring at the untainted man before her. The muscles in her face tightened, and her

eyebrows, and Dexter braced himself for her to lose her temper. But

would be a risky move. If

of the room, leaving

anything for the right price. If this route doesn’t

and turned around, her eyes narrowing as she took in the man who had picked up his cup and was leisurely sipping

my fault. I should have learned those tricks from Mr. Russell sooner, she scoffed, an icy stare piercing

with venom

up at her. The fluctuating figures on his computer were far

point

dumping the coffee on his face and taking a picture