Blind Date Turned Proposal (Josie and Dexter)

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Chapter 662 The New Girl

The unexpected question caught everyone off guard.

Feeling humiliated and anxious, she hesitated for a moment before visibly flustering. “I’m

his companion. he booked for the night!”

Companion? The word invoked various possibilities. Josie nodded slightly, “Oh, he’s

booked a companion? I must have missed that part…”

The woman on the other end responded smugly, “Hasn’t anyone ever called you dumb,

Mrs. Russell?”

“Hmm… you sound like the smarty pants here.” Josie retorted before promptly ending the

call.

Two minutes later, Larry received a message on his phone, ‘Can you get someone to check

on Mr. Russell’s phone?”

Larry was left perplexed, having endured a lengthy negotiation meeting only to be

bombarded with an ambiguous message.

He showed his phone to Dexter, saying, “It’s a message from Mrs. Russell.”

Furrowing his brow, Dexter powered on the phone Moses recently delivered and was taken

aback to find a

woman’s screensaver.

At that moment, everything clicked, and Dexter came to a supposition.

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He had waited eagerly for Josie’s call all night, but it never came. It turned out that the

phone he held wasn’t even his own.

Ten minutes later, the second floor of the Mandarin Oriental Hotel, typically bustling with

servers and guests, was now shrouded in an eerie silence.

Upon hearing the situation, the manager hurriedly arrived and almost peed in his pants,

“What’s happening?”

“One of the new girls here provoked Mrs. Russell….

“What? How ignorant! How many lives does she think she has to dare provoke Mrs.

Russell… She’s practically asking for trouble!” The manager exclaimed angrily..

Dexter, the founder of Mandarin Oriental Hotel, had gradually distanced himself from its

day-to-day management in recent years. However, it remained the most profitable

company in the entire Wavery underworld. Its influence was respected and feared by both

the realms of organized crime and politics.

If Dexter ever decided to cancel someone, it would spell their ultimate downfall.

Meanwhile, Dexter lounged on the sofa, idly tinkering with his phone. Equipped with an

automatic -recording function, he pressed a button to replay the previous conversation.

After listening to it once, Dexter rewound and listened to it again.

“What? Don’t you know? Even at this hour, Mr. Russell is still hard at work, handling

important matters. If I were you, I wouldn’t disturb him right now. You know how men can

be-they easily grow weary of things and women. If you want to maintain your status as

Mrs. Russell for longer, you must be submissive and heed the advice. Do you

understand?”

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The entire conversation played out for a grueling ten minutes, leaving everyone in the

room holding their breath, paralyzed with fear.

“Hasn’t anyone ever called you dumb, Mrs. Russell?”

Dexter listened to this segment three times in a row.

Even Larry couldn’t help but feel a surge of nervousness.

One must know that Dexter wasn’t one to look for trouble actively; most of the time, he

couldn’t be bothered. However, if he intentionally made someone’s life difficult, that

person wouldn’t be in for a good

time.

“Who was it that answered my wife’s call just now?”

Dexter pocketed his phone, his countenance turning increasingly ominous.

A heavy silence descended upon the room as no one dared to utter a single word.

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Dexter maintained his composure and asked again because no one owned up to the

mistake,

Finally, a woman cautiously stepped out from the crowd. Her drunkenness had subsided,

yet she still stuttered as she answered, “It…It was… me…”

Larry carefully sized her up. The girl was undeniably young, attractive, and exuded

confidence bordering. on arrogance, but all that dimmed in the face of Dexter’s

commanding presence.

Dexter gave her a quick once-over and inquired, “So, what’s your name?”

“…Mr. Russell, her name is Ruby Snitch, our newly hired waitress. The manager

stammered.

Dexter cast another glance at her. “Ah, Ruby Snitch, the ‘bitch’ with a snappy stitch.”

The manager was momentarily stunned, unsure if he should join in or maintain a

professional demeanor

“How old are you?”

“She had just turned twenty.”

“Is she your girlfriend?” Dexter suddenly posed a startling question to the manager.

“Huh? No, no, not at all, Mr. Russell! I’m not… I mean, you’ve misunderstood… The

manager felt a wave of anxiety, sweating profusely.

“Then why are you sticking your nose in this waitress’ business, answering for her

mistakes?”

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