Blind Date Turned Proposal (Josie and Dexter)

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Chapter 821 Plastic Surgery

Everyone was surprised that Morgan, of such high status, would publicly pursue a woman

who had been. divorced!

On stage, Josie found herself in a difficult position. Underneath the table, she was stepping

on his foot in secret with her high heels, wishing she could crush him underfoot.

She gave a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “That depends on your capabilities, Mr.

Bastille.”

After finishing her speech, she hurriedly left the stage. To avoid further questioning, Josie

headed straight for the restroom. Unexpectedly, someone followed her.

In the mirror, she saw Heather step forward with a smile. “Congratulations.”

Josie turned on the tap to wash her hands. “Congratulations for what?”

“Congratulations on your good fortune to have a good man pursuing you right after your

divorce. You’re luckier than most women,” Heather said, opening her handbag and taking

out a makeup case to touch up her makeup.

“Good fortune?” Josie chuckled as she pulled out a piece of paper to wipe off the water

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droplets on her hands, then walked over to Heather’s side. “Is that how you usually

describe a woman’s feelings, Heather? It seems like you don’t think highly of a woman’s

status.”

Heather visibly stiffened, changing the subject. “My name is Liana now.”

Josie glanced sideways, gazing at her. Seeing her furrowed brows, she smiled. “I’ve gotten

used to it.”

Afterward, she took the eyebrow pencil from her hand and carefully drew eyebrows for

Heather.

“I often frequent the nightlife establishments, and I’ve heard many ladies there talk like

this. It’s their way of promoting themselves,” Josie said. As she spoke, she pulled out an

eyebrow brush and brushed her eyebrows. She then flicked it in her hand. “This eyebrow

pencil of yours isn’t very good. I’ll get you one from a brand I often use next time.”

Heather stared at her, trying to decipher her intentions. A subtle anxiety was clearly

visible in her eyes. “What do you mean by that?”

“It’s nothing. I was just wondering if you’ve been in such situations before, causing you to

use such an adjective.”

“Josie, as you know, I come from a humble background, Heather carefully responded.

“Oh, that’s understandable,” Josie said with a light laugh “Once you become Mrs. Russell,

you can’t say things like that anymore. Dexter would get upset”

Heather’s brows furrowed deeper and deeper. She hadn’t expected Josie to respond like

this, her face tillest with suspicion. “Y-You’re not angry?”

“Why should I be mad? There’s no going back for hund me Considering we’re both women.

I in just giving you a heads-up” Josie laughed lightly, appearing very relaxed

She even extended her hand to help Heather adjust her shipping shoulder strap

Heather tensed up once agam instinctively taking a step back if she was afcard fonic

would see her back

“Will you be with Morgan then?”

After giving it some serious thought, Josie said, “Who knows?”

“What about Arnold?”

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When asked about that, Josie suddenly laughed. “That’s your brother-in-law.”

Only then did Heather realize her lapse in composure. She nodded in acknowledgment,

gathered her belongings, and turned to leave.

“Heather.” Josie called out to her.

Heather turned her head, correcting Josie once again, “My name is Liana.”

Josie didn’t deny it. Instead, she walked over step by step. “You forgot the eyebrow

pencil.” She stuffed the item into her hand. During their brief skin contact, she looked

deeply into Heather’s eyes before withdrawing her gaze.

Heather quickly walked away. For some reason, during that encounter with Josie, Josie’s

aura was exceptionally strong and somewhat mysterious. On the other hand, she herself

was filled with panic.

Josie stood still after Heather left. She took out a small transparent bag, carefully placed a

short eyebrow hair that she had been twirling between her fingers into it, and then put it

away.

While performing that series of actions, she was devoid of any emotion. Instead, she was

cold-blooded.

She just realized Heather must have undergone plastic surgery, which sometimes made

her expression appear quite stiff. How schemeful.

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