The Epic Blind Date with My Boss novel Chapter 709

Chapter 709 Pop Is Missing

Dexter had once shared the exact location with her; it was somewhere around this area. Following his pointers, she navigated the surroundings and reached the office building. Upon opening the door, Thomas’ voice sounded from inside.

He was assigning tasks to the employees, who were all engrossed in their work. Josie knocked on the door, and Thomas’ gaze snapped up, his eyes locking onto her as he uttered, “…Mrs. Russell? What brought you

here?”

Josie’s gaze swept over him, “I could ask you the same thing. Why are you here?”

Thomas’ eyes shifted subtly, “Mr. Russell asked me to oversee this project, so here I am.”

“Is that so?” Josie’s tone held a touch of suspicion.

Among the

many people, only a few garnered Dexter’s trust, and Thomas was his confidante. There were tons of responsibilities and tasks awaiting Thomas at Russell Group; it just seemed odd for Dexter to

relocate Thomas here.

Her dubious expression caused Thomas to wipe a bead of sweat from his forehead. He couldn’t help but notice how, under Dexter’s influence, Josie’s casual yet commanding manner mirrored that of Dexter.

“Indeed, I’ve been transferred here.

Unconvinced, Josie cast a cursory look around the office.

Thomas inquired, “Mrs. Russell, what’s the reason for your visit today?”

With no particular reason for suspicion, Josie shifted the topic to Claire, “Look into that as well.”

Thomas jotted her words, “Absolutely, I’ll make sure she doesn’t slip past us.”

With that said, Josie had no other tasks at hand, so she departed. Just before entering the elevator, a thought struck her. “If you’re not here, then who’s with him?“

Thomas was momentarily taken aback, then promptly replied, “There are a few others in the secretary’s office ready to assist.”

Knowing Thomas didn’t lie, Josie nodded in agreement and directed her steps straight to her car.

As she opened the car door, she called, “Pop…”

Her voice trailed off, her realization hitting hard the car was vacant; Paul was nowhere in sight.

A surge of unease washed over Josie.

She rushed to the back seat and found a handkerchief belonging to Paul.

It bore marks of being clenched tightly, evident in the wrinkles and creases etched onto the fabric.

Her heart kicked into high gear immediately.