Blind Date Turned Proposal (Josie and Dexter)

Chapter 715

Chapter 715 Important Person to Dexter

“Mr. Carter, things went south with that shipment at the dock. The Higher-ups want

explanations, and we’ve got a guy who can lend a hand, and he’s not in it for cash.”

If money wasn’t on the table, then the stakes were high.

Arnold nonchalantly continued with whatever he was fiddling with.

“Since there’s an open door, why do you still ask me?”

The fact that this person wasn’t asking for money meant that the situation was dire, and

he needed aid in

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earnest.

“He’s got a ten-year-old daughter. The problem is, her mom’s got ties to the Russells. We

don’t want any mess,” Scar explained, casting a careful look at Josie.

She arched an eyebrow, signaling him to elaborate.

“What’s the wife’s link with the Russells?”

“No blood ties, just a loose connection. But the catch is that Dexter brought out the

Russell network last night. Worried it might blow up in our faces, Scar shared cautiously.

So they were treading carefully.

Arnold glanced at Josie and said with a mocking tone, “Oh? Why the sudden Russell

network rollout?”

Scar carried on, “Heard it’s a manhunt.”

“Sounds like it’s someone pretty darn important to him.”

Josie’s irritation grew with his constant reproach and sardonic gazes. She stood up

abruptly, wanting fresh air, but a bodyguard blocked her path at the doorway.

Without looking at Arnold, she quipped, “Is this your idea of treating a guest?”

Arnold twiddled a ring on his finger and said casually, “Aren’t you curious about where

Wyatt’s hiding?”

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“What can I do if you refuse to tell? Beat it out of you?”

Arnold grabbed a half-empty wine bottle and placed it before her, saying, “This one’s

pretty mild. Down it, and I’ll let you in on the secret.”

Under the dim light, their eyes locked, each harboring their own motiyes despite the

distance.

“I mean it.”

Josie grabbed the bottle of wine and drank it down.

However, drinking wasn’t her game.

The fiery liquor scorched her throat, leaving tears prickling her

eyes.

As she downed the drink, a cluster of intrigued eyes was fixed on her, their amused voices

merging into a playful hubbub.