Blind Date Turned Proposal (Josie and Dexter)

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Chapter 454 A Plea for Help

The summer rain beat down on Summer’s umbrella as she waited, the wind whipping her

hair into her face. She was starting to lose hope that Dexter would show up. But after a

while. she saw the headlights of a car coming down the street.

Summer couldn’t believe her eyes. She thought she was dreaming.

The car plate indicated that it was Dexter’s car. The door opened, and a man stepped out,

carrying a black umbrella. He was tall and handsome, with a confident and dignified air.

He saw the lady looking at him in disbelief.

Summer’s eyes lit up with a glint of triumph. She threw her umbrella aside and ran

towards him, hugging him tightly. “I knew you would come,” she whimpered.

Her confidence made his forehead crease.

Dexter slowly removed her hands from his waist and gently pushed her away, holding the

umbrella over her head. “Summer, I can’t help you with Vaste’s problems,” he said calmly.

“I don’t have any responsibility to help them, and even though I’m close to Arnold, I have

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not

in his decision to acquire Vaste. Do you understand?”

say

After all, they had a long history of conflict, and their feelings for each other were far from

friendly.

Dexter was clear and direct with Summer, so there would be no room for

misinterpretation.

Dexter had no intention of meeting Summer today, but he still felt bad for her. He knew

that she was in a difficult situation, and he regretted being so harsh to her in the past.

“I understand,” Summer said. “But you once told me that you respected companies with a

long history in the field. If Vaste disappears, it will be a blow to the entire traditional media

industry. The industry is already declining, and we need all the help we can get. Can’t you

just help us out this one time as a way to show your appreciation for the traditional

media?”

Dexter was torn about the situation.

Summer was a force to be reckoned with when she was determined. Nothing could stand

in her way.

Her hair was plastered to her face, and her clothes were soaked. Tears and raindrops

mingled on her cheeks, and he couldn’t tell which were which.

Dexter was unmoved by her request. “The effort that went into acquiring Vaste cannot be

ignored. Even if I could persuade Arnold, who would compensate him for his losses?”

Summer suddenly grabbed Dexter’s hand and pleaded, ‘I’ll have Vaste take responsibility

for all the lost efforts. As long as the Carter Group gives us a chance to survive, Vaste is

willing to compromise for the benefit of the Carter Group in the future.”

Since they were competitors, Arnold might not even consider these conditions.

Dexter tried to pull his hand away but was surprised by how cold her hands were.

He then realized that she must have been standing in the rain all day.

He had come all this way to meet her, so he couldn’t just push her away, especially since

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she was sick.

He left his hands on hers. “Let’s go inside and talk,” he insisted.

Emerald Villa was a unique, rustic-style villa located on the seafront. It had been auctioned

for a hundred and twenty million, but the deal fell through for unknown reasons.

The last time Dexter was here, he was with Josie.

The peach tree in the garden had grown tall and strong, its leaves a lush green.

Summer’s hands shook as she pushed open the door to the villa. She hadn’t been here in

four years, but everything looked the same. The furniture, the decorations, and even the

smell in the air were familiar.

Summer’s eyes filled with tears. She never thought she would be back in this villa again.

Suddenly, her vision went black, and her head spun. She collapsed to the ground,

unconscious.

“Summer!” the man shouted.

She had a high fever and collapsed from the stress that had built up over time.

When Summer finally opened her eyes, she noticed that there was a cooling patch on her

forehead, a warm cup of water within reach, and a few tablets sitting on the bedside table.

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