Blind Date Turned Proposal

In just one night, Josie completed the tender proposal. Early the next morning, she drove to Lachlan's company.

The air was exceptionally fresh in the early morning. As she stepped outside, she noticed the front door of the mansion across the street was wide open. It seemed as if someone had already moved in. However, she didn't pay much attention to it.

"There's no issue with the contents of the tender proposal. I've always had faith in your abilities. But the tender doesn't start until three days from now, so why are you in such a rush?" Lachlan asked after reading it.

Josie gave a bitter smile. "Is it that obvious?"

"The content here is too aggressive. It's not your style."

Josie didn't respond directly. "Perhaps I was too anxious for success, desperately wanting to make a name for myself."

"This isn't like you. What happened?" Lachlan remarked calmly.

In Josie's mind, she was thinking that Paul couldn't afford to wait for three days, so she had to act as quickly as possible.

Upon returning to Keller Group two years later, Josie stood before the floor-to-ceiling window, only then realizing that she could see Bastille Group's skyscraper from her vantage point.

Lachlan followed her gaze and said, "What happened to Bastille Group was a pity. They eventually fell into decline."

After looking at it, Josie figured that Morgan's biggest mistake was allowing foreign investment, which led to the gradual erosion of his stake in the company. However, from her perspective, Morgan didn't seem like the kind of person who could make such a decision.

After leaving Keller Group, Josie made a phone call. Outside, a black Porsche had pulled up. As the car window rolled down, it revealed Dexter's face, just as she expected.

Nevertheless, the call had already connected. Arnold spoke in a hoarse voice, as if he had been awakened by her. "What's the matter, Ms. Warren?"

"Start the tender early. I want to participate."

Taken aback for a moment, Arnold chuckled softly, "You really do act like a daughter of an elite family, don't you? Do you think you can just simply demand it to be held earlier?" Dexter sat in the back seat, holding a bag of breakfast. He mouthed the words, "Latte or milk?"

"My words don't carry any weight, but yours do," Josie said as she sat down, choosing the latte. Arnold rolled over in bed. "Why should I take orders from you?"© NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

Josie countered, "Where are you now?"

"Harringsay Building C," he replied.

"Time to get up. I'll be there soon."

After hanging up the phone, Josie looked at Dexter. "Why are you here? Didn't we agree that I would go alone?"

He handed her a sandwich, dodging the question. "I made it with strawberry jam. Give it a try."

Josie truly couldn't imagine him making breakfast... She asked skeptically, "You wouldn't lace it with poison, would you?"

He raised an eyebrow. "My daughter is at home, enjoying another sandwich buttered with chocolate."

Only then did she take it.

Meanwhile, Moses drove them to Harringsay Building C.

After finishing her breakfast, Josie dusted her hands, feigning indifference as she said, "What, don't you trust me? You've gone to great lengths to follow me around."

"I find it hard to be at ease when the one I care for is being sent into the lion's den." He was indeed straightforward.

Josie pursed her lips. She hadn't expected that after two years, Dexter had learned how to sweet talk.

When they arrived at their destination, he opened the car door and said, "I'll wait for you outside. If you don't come out in twenty minutes, I'll come in to find you."

"Don't," she replied, aware that everything would be ruined the moment he entered.

As Josie gracefully disappeared into the residential area, Moses couldn't help but worry. "Mr. Russell, should we let her go in alone? What if Arnold has ulterior motives towards her..."

Dexter's expression remained indifferent, radiating a confident triumph. "Arnold lost the battle for Josie's heart two years ago."

Upon reaching Arnold's place, Josie knocked on the door. As expected, Arnold had just woken up, his eyes still blurry from sleep. Leaning against the doorframe, he raised an eyebrow and said, "It's only eight o'clock."

Josie walked straight into his place, a room permeated with the smell of alcohol.