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

Chapter 633 Like a Dog

Josie returned to the Mason Garden, where Dexter had already arrived before her.

“Where is Mr. Russell?” Josie asked the maid, placing her bag down and removing her coat.

“He’s in the study having a meeting with someone,” Julie replied, and then she hung up Josie’s coat in the closet.

Josie’s eyebrows furrowed as she asked, “There’s a guest? Who is it?”

“I heard Mr. Russell referred to him as Wyatt.”

Wyatt was here. What was he doing here so late?

Josie nodded in understanding. “Please help me prepare three cups of chamomile tea and send it to my room once I’m done showering.”

“Okay.”

The study was filled with confidential documents related to the Russell Group. Dexter trusted Josie implicitly, so the documents were not kept in a safe.

the stack of files,

the door, she saw Wyatt kneeling on the marble floor with a loud

father crossed the line foolishly, but he will change.

for the sake of Grandpa, let’s forget about what happened.

Dexter’s inscrutable expression. There was no guarantee what Dexter would

raced, its thundering beats echoing in her ears. Although Wyatt feared Dexter, he had always carried himself with a dignified and confident air. It must have been a serious problem if he was willing to

were white-knuckled as he gripped hold of a pen. “Wyatt,” he said, his voice eerily calm,

father, after all,” Wyatt

his eyes bulging in realization. “He’s my biological uncle, but he showed me no mercy.” The words hung in the air, heavy with

hands grabbing Dexter’s pants. “The Russell Group has already recovered from the crisis. It won’t happen again. Dexter, my dad isn’t capable of

hunched figure, Dexter used his shoes and firmly pressed against Wyatt’s chin, lifting his face to meet Dexter’s cold, hard stare. “You’re making me wonder how involved you were,” Dexter

body turning rigid from fear.

bring down the Russell Group. How do you expect me to forgive you for such an absurdity?” He lowered his voice to emphasize

words.

on each end, his stomach churning with a nauseating mixture of anxiety and apprehension. “I never conspired with outside

hung in