The Epic Blind Date with My Boss

Chapter 880 The White Gown 

Josie suddenly chuckled lightly, asking the designer, “Am I beautiful?”

The latter was taken aback and quickly replied, “Of course! You’re gorgeous! It has been a long time since I’ve seen a customer wear a gown so well.”

Josie’s usually understated beauty was now intentionally accentuated, and it was breathtaking and impossible to ignore.

Inside the small room, a television was broadcasting the morning financial news.

Dexter sat in front of the camera, calmly explaining the various details of his collaboration with the Olsen family. Camera flashes kept going off, but he remained composed throughout.

When reporters asked questions, he parried with them effortlessly, using subtle means to handle even the most tricky of questions.

As expected, he had publicized his collaboration today.

Josie had her clothes put away and left in her gown, saying, “Thank you.”

Morgan’s car had been waiting at a nearby junction for quite some time. He was casually playing a game on his phone, not paying much attention to his surroundings. That was until Josie came over and leaned, down to knock on his car window.

Morgan looked up, and once he did, he couldn’t take his eyes off her.

Her hair was all swept back, secured with a deep blue hairpin. Pearls dangled from silver threads, swaying with her movements. She looked like a talented lady who had just stepped out of a vintage painting of olden-day Southern Rivodia.

Morgan pressed his tongue against his cheek, clicking his tongue lightly. He opened the car door and commented, “I’m not too pleased with you showing up like this.”

Josie didn’t care about his opinion. She asked, “Where are the things I told you to bring?”

He pointed at the item in the passenger seat it was the antique porcelain bowl.

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Heather’s art exhibition was set in the biggest art gallery in Wavery. By the time they arrived, guests had already started to gather, mingling in pairs and trios with wine glasses in hand.

After Josie finished registering at the front desk, she asked Ryan to deliver the antique porcelain bow! “This is a gift for Ms. Olsen. Please don’t forget to give it to her.”

No sooner had she finished speaking than a slight commotion erupted outside the gallery.

A line of luxury cars came to a halt, and the first to step out were Mark and Claudia, both of whom were dressed with great care and elegance.

The second car carried Summer and Arnold. Her complexion didn’t look good, but she still exuded a certain aura of elegance, thanks to her training as a socialite from a young age.

Josie wanted to laugh, feeling a bit sorry for Suminer The latter always had to attend events she didn’t. enjoy, and playing hooky was never an option.

“Good heavens, Dexter?”

“Did Dexter get out of Liana’s car?”

“What does this mean? Tsk, it seems the rumors are indeed true.”

The incessant chatter filled the air. Josie followed the sound with her gaze, seeing Dexter leading Heather by the hand as they descended from another car. Every gesture he made exuded nobility and elegance. Dressed in a white shirt and black pants, his attire was far from formal. It could even be considered his regular daily attire. Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

Even in such a situation, he was holding Heather’s hand.

Heather towered on stilettos today and also wore a white gown. Her figure was exquisite, and her expression subtly charming..

Under everyone’s attentive gaze, Heather revealed a shy smile.

Josie’s brow twitched.

Morgan leaned in and whispered into her ear, “Your outfit. It’s quite clever. The pattern may be different, but the colors are the same.”

He chuckled lightly and added, “She’s not as pretty as you.”

As they were speaking, a few people had already entered the hall. Josie and Morgan stepped aside, making way for them.

As Dexter held Heather’s hand, he passed by Josie, giving her a meaningful look.

Josie shifted her gaze away, not returning his stare.

Morgan went off to socialize. Josie didn’t like mingling with strangers and lingered in front of the art exhibition.

Suddenly, someone tapped her left shoulder. She turned to look, but the person appeared on her right. “Why are you here?” she asked.

It was Laura.

She was in charge of the art exhibition and had arrived bright and early at the venue.

Josie took a sip of her champagne and replied, “I’m here to appreciate the talent of a great painter

Laura scoffed lightly.