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 these

“Nghh…”

teardrop fell from her eye and sunk into the

next to her and watched

“Dad…”

flickered. The cold glint in his eyes turned into a

across the room. Dexter made a silent gesture, and the maid

“Bring her a blanket.”

turned around and went

The next day.

sleep. She was confused as

awake?” The maid’s voice rang in Josie’s ears as she exercised her stiff shoulders and said, “Thank you for

the maid could say another word, Josie hurried upstairs to freshen up. The maid could only

rushed to the company and managed to

the elevator for employees when a strong force

would have become the company’s joke if she didn’t hold on to the nearest thing just

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

closed, the man’s look of disdain was seared into

She was speechless.

that hares may pull dead lions by

“Get in.”

paused at the cold, deep

when she looked over to

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

grabbed her arm and pulled her into the

was about

protect herself. The pain she was expecting

and her breath caught in her throat as the man’s attractive

hand was