Blind Date Turned Proposal

Chapter 29

Samantha struggled against their grip maniacally. “I’m not leaving! I’m the manager of the design department. Unless I hear it from Mr. Russell, no one can make me leave!”

She had forgotten that she had once offended Dexter. This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

“How do you call yourself a designer when you copy other people’s work? I can’t believe you dare to stay here. We have the right to fire you immediately, you know!”

With bloodshot eyes, Samantha ran to Josie. “You’re behind this! You set up a trap for me!”

Josie took a step back and said calmly, “Just leave as Mr. Davidson did.”

“Bring her away!” Phil commanded.

The security guards caught hold of Samantha and dragged her out of the building in an embarrassing manner.

Alice couldn’t stop laughing. “Everyone in the office now knows that she’s fired. Jo, you finally got your revenge!”

Josie heaved a sigh of relief and smiled. Indeed.

After the episode, the rest of the colleagues left, speculating about who the next manager would be as they walked away.

“You informed Mr. Yves beforehand, didn’t you? You told him that there would be drama here. Impressive…” Alice was still thinking about what had just happened.

Josie was deep in her thoughts. I didn’t inform Mr. Yves, but… I told Dexter about this.

She woke up early in the morning and asked Julia to bring him a note: ‘If you like drama, come to our department later.’

Dexter saw that, but he didn’t show up. Instead, he told Phil, who had the authority and was more appropriate to handle the situation.

Undeniably, it was the best arrangement.

After that, everyone knew that Josie was not someone to cross with, and no one dared to bully her anymore.

At the same time, sunlight poured through the French windows and shone on Dexter’s face in a meeting room on the top floor, making his facial features even more attractive.

“Mr. Russell, your coffee is here.” Ivy put the coffee down. She glanced at his laptop screen without meaning to and froze.

“Are you looking at the surveillance cameras, Mr. Russell?”

He closed the window without even looking at her.

“I’m just checking some stuff.”

Ivy dared not pursue the topic further and walked out in a daze. It seems to be… the design department on level twenty-seven. What was Mr. Russell looking at?

As her suspicions grew, she called a number. “Hey Lucy, it’s me. Did something happen at the design department today?”

In the parking lot, Josie was talking to herself.

“Mr. Russell, I sincerely thank you for everything you’ve done for me. Do I have the honor of inviting you for dinner tonight? Wait – how much will that cost? Let’s change it… Eh-hem! Mr. Russell, you are Russell Group’s beacon of hope. I’d like to make dinner for you to show my appreciation. How about that?” She smiled happily. “Sounds good. The cost is low if I cook myself. I’ll say that instead!”

She constantly avoided other vehicles as she waited before a black Porsche. However, Dexter was nowhere to be seen.

After watching her for quite some time, Dexter walked out from the shadows. As his expensive leather shoes rang on the floor, he said, “There’s no need for that.”

Josie froze. As he walked toward her, she thought, Even if a hole miraculously appeared in the ground right now, I wouldn’t have the guts to jump in.

“Mr. Russell, when did you get here?”

“Since you started showing your admiration for me.”