Blind Date Turned Proposal (Josie and Dexter)

A sizable round table was occupied by notable individuals familiar with the Olsen family. It did seem that she had given less thought to her return this time.

Josie discerned that Maverick occupied a substantial and assertive role within the business operations of the Olsen family. His power was not to be underestimated.

Shortly after taking his seat, he had already toasted everyone at the table. His smooth talk flowed effortlessly from his lips, truly befitting of his reputation as the top salesperson.

"Ms. Warren, letintroduce you," he hurriedly began, worried he might unintentionally ignore her. "This is the person in charge of Olsen Logistics, who also happens to share your surname, Warren." Josie looked up. The man standing before her was middle-aged, exuding an aura unique to those accustomed to the tavern lifestyle. His face, when he laughed, was a mass of wrinkles. "I wouldn't dare to get too familiar with Ms. Warren. It's common knowledge that she won't be a Warren for long." At the large round table, everyone shared a knowing smile.

Someone rose to their feet first, pouring a glass of wine. "Allowto toast to you first, Ms. Warren. I preswe'll have plenty of dealings in the future. I've been serving the Olsen family for over twenty years, and I hope you'll keepin mind moving forward." He drained his glass in one gulp, displaying an earnest enthusiasm.

Winona looked at Josie worriedly. The latter was seated gracefully in the bustling social scene, her long shirt cascading gently down her legs. Her face was devoid of any particular expression, and a hint of sarcasm could be detected at the corners of her eyes. She raised her wine glass in a mock toast but didn't drink.

Everyone exchanged glances.

She really doesn't give a d*mn, huh? Maverick said, "Ms. Warren truly has a defiant spirit. Even Old Mr. Olsen can't ther, so don't take it personally. Let's dig in." Josie subtly turned her head, standing up with her wine glass in hand. "I know that everyone here is the backbone of the Olsen family. The success of the Olsen family today would not have been possible without your unwavering support. I cback in a hurry, and I may have neglected ssocial courtesies. Please, don't take it to heart. To show my sincerity, I'll drink three glasses." As soon as she finished speaking, she tilted her head back and drained her glass, not leaving a single drop behind.

She then poured two more drinks, finishing them both.

Her actions were swift, devoid of any vacillation, and unexpectedly genuine.

For a moment, everyone was thrown into uncertainty. Each had their own personal affairs to worry about and they weren't sure what to make of the young lady from the Olsen family who had just returned. They couldn't quite figure her out. Maverick regained his composure and was the first to clap. "A woman who can get things done," he commented. "Not bad." Josie set down her wine glass.

"However, there's something I need to clarify upfront. I'm only taking still remains under Laura's over this project. The Olsen fel management. I'm not like her. Khave many considerations when handling affairs. If anyone in this project harbors ill intentions to make things difficult for me, I won't show them any courtesy." She wore a half smile. Her voice was not loud, yet her presence was commanding. For a moment, the entire room fell silent.

Maverick noticed a change in Josie's gaze. He didn't expect her to have such courage.

Raymond Warren, the person in charge of Olsen Logistics who had just proposed a toast, was displeased. He hadn't been schooled by any young lady before. In a fit of irritation, he slammed the table and said, "Ms. Warren, you haven't even changed your surname, yet you're so bold as to disregard us like this!" Someone chimed in, "Yeah, even Laura wouldn't dare to speak to us like that." "How ignorant." The phone Josie had placed on the table lit up right then. It was a message from Moses.

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