The Epic Blind Date with My Boss

Chapter 879 Do Not Look Back 

Josie raised an eyebrow. It was the same antique porcelain bowl as before, but its quality and craftsmanship were undoubtedly authentic.

Its true value was worth a city.

“Do you like it?” Morgan asked, staring into her inquisitive eyes.

After carefully considering the antique for a moment, Josie abruptly made a decision. “Are you giving it to me?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“Are you really giving this to me?”

“Yup,” Morgan responded patiently.

“So, you’ve given it to me. I can do whatever I want with it, right?”

Seeing the cunning look on her face, Morgan had a bad feeling. He warned her, “I paid eight figures for this.”

Josie smiled as she received the antique from Ryan’s hand. She hugged the bowl to herself and walked away, mumbling, “Perfect.”

Upon leaving Mandarin Oriental Hotel, she happened to see Dexter walking out, escorted by an entourage. His tall figure stood out among the crowd. His face showed no warmth, not even a hint of emotion.

He got in his car but didn’t rush off. Instead, he rolled down the window and lit up a cigarette.

The smoke swirled before his face, obscuring his expression, much like his own fickle nature.

Josie stood in the path of the air conditioner’s current. Her hair billowed in the gusts, obscuring her vision.

Judging from the footage from the surveillance cameras earlier, there was a high chance that Dexter was planning to get engaged to Heather.

Suddenly, she felt a strong urge to ask if he would regret his decision. Trading marriage for business benefits wasn’t in his nature.

But still, he went through with it. Could it be that he truly liked Heather?

Before long, someone stood up to shield her from the Wind. A pair of hands covered her eyes, blocking her view of everything. Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

She could only see darkness.

Josie closed her eyes naturally and asked, “What are you doing?”

“Don’t look back,” Morgan said with a solemn tone.

After Dexter finished smoking two cigarettes, the car, like an arrow released from its bow, quickly disappeared into the night.

When Josie opened her eyes again, there was nothing but emptiness ahead.

She curved her lips slowly and said, “This is quite simple.”

After much difficulty in refining the design until both parties were satisfied, Josie was finally relieved. At the same time, she received a few photos from Justin.

There were several draft sketches, from which the general outlines could be discerned. However, they were merely slavish imitations.

There were also a few photos showing Xanthe’s movements.

“She frequents casinos the most every month. Strangely enough, she has never been to the biggest one in Wavery.”

Upon hearing this, Josie scoffed coldly. The biggest casino in Wavery was in Mandarin Oriental Hotel, which was essentially Dexter’s territory. Xanthe would never dare to set foot in that place.

“Right, she also transfers a fixed amount of money to an overseas account every month.”

Josie surmised that Xanthe most likely created the overseas account for her son, who was living abroad. That’s responsible of her.

“And where else does she usually go?” asked Josie.

“There’s really not much to it… but for someone as wealthy as she is, her living conditions are quite modest. Justin sent over a photo. In the picture, there was a small, well-maintained house and yard.

Josie didn’t doubt the authenticity of the photo. Everyone became a little sentimental as they grew old.

“What about her property?”

“…There’s nothing special.”

Josie furrowed her brows, feeling as if something was missing. “Make me a list,” she said, “I want to know who she interacts with every day.”

In the blink of an eye, it was Saturday. Early in the morning, Josie went to pick up her gown and happened. to see someone from the Olsen-family leaving. It seemed they were leaving to pick up clothes for Heather.

“Ms. Warren, this dress suits you very well. There’s no need for alterations.”

The designer looked at the woman in the mirror, his expression full of awe.

The gown Josie wore outlined her figure perfectly, leaving nothing to the imagination. Her skin was fair, and thus the gown color suited her well, enhancing her beauty. The buttons across her chest were fastened to the last one, and her winged eyes only added to her allure and charm.

Josie casually picked up a folding fan, studying her reflection in the mirror.

It was only today that she realized how well the gown suited her.