The Epic Blind Date with My Boss (Josie and Dexter)

Chapter 11 Let Me Earn My Money

After the incident, Josie’s popularity in the design department was no longer what it used to be. People would gossip whenever she was around. Those that were extreme would deliberately bump into her just to insult her.

She put up with all of it.

“It’s alright.” She would comfort herself. It was nothing compared to her salary.

…

At night, Dexter reached home late after attending an unplanned meeting.

He shrugged off his coat and changed into his indoor slippers. As he was about to head upstairs, he noticed a slim figure curled up on the sofa.

The woman seemed to be restless. Her eyebrows were furrowed as she mumbled in her sleep.

He went up to her and listened.

“Get out of my way, you bunch of stupid admirers… Stay away… Let me earn my money…”

He furrowed his forehead speechlessly.

How badly off is she that she’s even dreaming about earning money?

At that moment, the laptop screen before Josie flickered. Dexter noticed an interior design plan opened on the screen.

Although it was just a rough draft, Josie’s ideas and thoughts that went into the design were apparent. Every stroke of the drawing showed off her skill and talent in designing.

A rare look of admiration flashed across Dexter’s face. But he was bewildered.

was she under the radar for all

“Nghh…”

over in her sleep. A teardrop fell from her eye and sunk into

and watched as she muttered again

“Dad…”

The cold glint in his eyes turned into

Russell, you’re back…” A maid’s voice rang across the room. Dexter made

“Bring her a blanket.”

around and

The next day.

from her sleep. She was confused as the blanket draped

ears as she exercised her

Josie hurried upstairs to freshen up. The

the company and managed

for employees when a

have become the company’s joke if

she regained her footing, she looked up with a frown to

elevator door closed, the man’s look of

She was speechless.

that hares may pull dead lions by the

“Get in.”

the cold,

foreboding when she looked over to see a deep-set pair of cold

Mr. Russell. I’ll just wait for the next elevator. After

and

and was about

herself. The pain she was expecting didn’t arrive as she fell into a

head, and her breath caught in her throat as the man’s attractive face was inches away from

hand was on