The Epic Blind Date with My Boss novel Chapter 611

Chapter 611 Waiting for Her Divorce

Morgan handed Josie the neatly packaged breakfast, a tinge of remorse in his eyes. “I’m sorry for what happened yesterday.”

A small chuckle escaped her lips when she sneered, “About what?”

Morgan’s frown deepened at her distant demeanor.

“I admit I took advantage of your soft spot to gain the upper hand over Dexter at yesterday’s meeting. It’s been a while since we last met, and I used our reunion to my advantage. I’m really sorry for that.”

He could have spared her from all of it, but he didn’t.

Sipping the warm coffee, which warmed her heart and stomach, Josie responded with a snicker tinged. with sarcasm, “It’s alright. I’m used to it anyway.”

Her casual words couldn’t mask the underlying sense of loneliness and sorrow.

Morgan frowned at her reply. “Josie, I didn’t have much of a choice.”

Given the circumstances, he had no other option.

Josie smiled, her inner beauty radiating. “No need to apologize to me. You know the stakes in the business world. I don’t need to say much, but you’re well aware of Dexter’s nature. He doesn’t take losses lightly. So, brace yourself for his retaliation.”

She warned Morgan of his potential reality in a lighthearted tone.

The latter gazed at her, realizing that the Josie in front of him had transformed into a fierce and resilient entity, akin to a rose with thorns, captivating and unyielding.

It was rumored that Dexter was indeed planning to take action against the Bastille family. However, Morgan showed no signs of fear. “Trust me, the Bastille Group is just as formidable as the Russell Group. I just need some time, and I’ll make sure Dexter won’t be able to bring me down.”

Josie casually placed the breakfast back in its original position. “Hmm, I believe you.”

She had always known that Morgan was intelligent and accomplished. But now, everything has changed. In her heart, Morgan was no longer the person she had once admired.

“The scarf I gave you, I remember seeing it discarded in the trash. So, I’m curious, why did you suddenly pretend to be sentimental and wear it before Dexter?” Josie’s words carried a sense of melancholy.

The past was still etched vividly in Josie’s mind.

After the fallout with Morgan, they had stubbornly drawn distinct boundaries. As she passed the trash bin, she caught sight of the scarf she had once knitted for him.