Blind Date Turned Proposal (Josie and Dexter)

Chapter 822

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When Josie stepped out again, the celebration feast was already drawing to a close.

She had already become the center of attention in the room. With Morgan’s move, many

who originally looked down on her had now gathered around, hoping to get familiar with

her.

Josie had achieved her goal and had no intention of staying any longer. She scanned the

room but didn’t see Dexter. At that point, she didn’t have the energy to worry about him

anymore.

“Where are you going?” Morgan chased after her from the farthest corner, following

behind Josie.

“Back to the hotel,” Josie said, not breaking her stride.

“I’ll walk you out.”

Josie furrowed her brows, glanced at him, then at the crowd behind. “Can you?” He is the

host, and all these people need to be attended to.

As expected, Morgan did show some hesitation. He changed his approach. “I’ll have my

secretary take you.”

“No need. I can drive,” Josie flatly refused.

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He held her wrist to prevent her from leaving. Suddenly, a bitter smile appeared on his

face. “In those two years, whenever I mentioned Rivodia, you always clamored for me to

bring you here to play. Now that we’re really here, why won’t you give me a chance?”,

Speaking of that, it felt like they had returned to the innocent days of being students.

Josie let out a sigh, looking up at the bright moon hanging in the sky. “Morgan, we’ve

grown up, haven’t we? You really don’t need to wade through this mess with me. You have

a bright future in Rivodia, while my future is uncertain.”

Morgan simply curled his lips. “I’ve said it before. All you need to do is provide me with the

opportunity. and I’ll handle the rest.”

“Do you know what I’m going to do?”

“Your father has gone missing.”

“And?”

“This matter might involve the three major families in Wavery.”

“So?”

“I can get it done for you.” Morgan’s confidence was as unwavering as always.

Josie looked at him with a meaningful gaze before finally withdrawing it. “I’ll leave first.”

This time, Morgan didn’t catch up. Angel, who was standing nearby, was utterly confused.

She quickly followed and asked, “Ms. Jo, what if we need his help in the future since you

rejected him like this?”

“Did I refuse?”

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“What?”

Josie stepped swiftly and lightly, disappearing into the night.

Back at the hotel, Dexter’s car was parked downstairs.

The car window rolled down. Dexter sat in the back seat, examining her under a cluster of

lights, his expression unreadable. “You’re not with anyone?”

Josie felt something was off, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on it. She stood still.

“Angel has gone to park the car.”

Dexter remained silent, just staring at her. After a while, he lazily stretched his hand out of

the car window, holding a mobile phone. On the screen, a series of videos were playing on

loop.

The night was dim and rain pattered down. Arnold held her hand, battling alongside a

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dozen bodyguards. Blood splattered across the lens but was quickly wiped clean. Two

figures tangled together as they fought for their lives.

Such a thrilling scene, once experienced, was unforgettable.

Josie’s pulse was racing. She had no idea where Dexter got the video from.

Just then, a gunshot echoed in the video. It was Josie who had fired the gun to protect

Arnold.

Dexter’s face suddenly took on an undisguised grimness. He put away his phone, the

veins on the back of his hand bulging.

At that moment, the driver got out of the car and opened the door, indicating that she was

invited to get

Josie closed her eyes for a moment, knowing he wouldn’t just let it go. She had no choice

but to sit in the

back seat.

Dexter turned off his phone, the sound disappearing with it. He asked coldly, “You used

the gun I gave you to protect another man, is that it?”

Josie’s body tensed up. “If I hadn’t used it at that moment, both of us would have died.”

“You wouldn’t die.” Dexter leaned in, his large hand loosely encircling her neck. “He loves

you so much, so how could he bear to lose you?”

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