Blind Date Turned Proposal

Luckily, that window was still open.

Perhaps it was getting colder outside. Josie couldn't help but rub her hands together for warmth, her eyes sparkling.

Dexter looked at her through the mist, his brows furrowed in concern.

He didn't think she would come back.

Seeing the change in his expression, Josie quickly bent over and wrote on the glass: What's wrong? Did something happen?

Dexter couldn't speak. He turned around, fetched a pack of cigarettes, unwrapped the box, and lit one up.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

He simply looked at her in silence, not making any move even after finishing his cigarette, and finally, he closed the window.

Josie's heart sank.

However, she quickly realized something was amiss. She hurried forward, stepping over the small pebbles, and picked up the wrapper he had torn off just moments ago. It still carried a faint scent of smoke.

There were two words written on it: Go back.

Her hand trembled. She barely managed to maintain her grip.

Did something really happen?

She didn't dare to linger and immediately drove off to Russell Group. As expected, Preston was there.

Inside his office, the air was thick with smoke. Josie coughed a few times before she managed to catch his attention.

"What's going on? He doesn't seem right!"

Preston seldom smoked. He previously couldn't comprehend Dexter's constant smoking habit, but now he had gained some insight.

His voice was hoarse as he said, "Mr. Russell was rather uncooperative. The investigation team couldn't find much. They wanted to force him to comply."

Josie's expression changed. "Is this even legal?"

"Legal? Haven't you realized yet? This isn't a matter of law. It's the higher-ups pulling the strings. As long as the top brass doesn't give the word, it's going to be hard for him to get out."

It wasn't as simple as a mere investigation.

Suddenly, Josie recalled what Dexter's bitter smile had meant that day in Newcove.

He knew what circumstances would entail, yet he had still rushed to Newcove at the last minute to aid her escape.

Josie felt a pang of sadness welling up within her.

"The top brass?" she mumbled. An image of a person suddenly flashed across her mind-Summer.

She was about to run out, but

Preston stopped her. "You're Dexter's ex-wife. The investigation team might trace back to you, including the Olsen family. Be careful."

Before Dexter left, he had specifically instructed him to keep a close eye on Josie.

Preston hadn't paid much attention to it before, but seeing her so anxious now, he couldn't help but speak up.

Josie stepped on the accelerator, heading straight back to the Olsen Residence.

Nothing much changed until she pushed open the door. The sound of conversation from within echoed, and a servant took the bag from her hands.

"Ms. Olsen, you got off work so late today."

Josie changed her shoes. "Do we have guests?"

"A few of Old Mr. Olsen's friends are here."

Josie moved further in, rounding a corner, and as soon as she looked up, she saw Mark. He was seated at the head of the table with Grape head engrossed in a toy on his lap while several elders filled the seats beside him. ś

After she saw them clearly, her pupils constricted.

"You're the luckiest one here. Your granddaughter is already all grown up. I'm quite envious..."

The person speaking with a smile was unmistakably Lionel, a familiar figure in Newcove.

He was surrounded by a few individuals who had also been present that day, but the rest were strangers to her.

Upon catching sight of them, Josie immediately stepped back and leaned against the wall to catch her breath. What are they doing here?

Claudia, holding a bowl of freshly washed fruit, was about to go inside when she saw her standing there. In a hushed tone, she asked, "What's wrong?"

"Who are those few people inside?"

"They're his old friends who had offered considerable help back in their younger days."