The Epic Blind Date with My Boss (Josie and Dexter)

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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

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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.