That Day When I Got Married to My Boss at the Blind Date

Chapter 173 Getting Bribed

Josie trailed behind him, brimming with joy and energy.

While Dexter attended to business matters in the car the was bored and took selfies with her phone Accidentally, he ended up in the frame, and the unexpected harmony of the picture surprised her. She saved it and set it to private viewing only.

Entering the office with Dexter, the secretaries found her presence peculiar She quickly explained. “Oh, hi! I’m here for work.”

That explanation seemed reasonable, and no one dwelled on it further except for Ivy Miller. She was well aware of the relationship between the two and couldn’t help but feel a twinge of sadness.

Did he really have to bring her along everywhere, even for work?

Taking a deep breath, she glanced at the woman seated in the reception area, engrossed in her phone, before approaching Dexter. “Mr. Russell.”

“Speak, Dexter responded.

Ivy hesitated, her words caught in her throat.

Dexter quickly grasped what she meant, casting a gentle gaze at Josie. “She can know whatever you’re about to tell me.”

“But, Mr. Russell… it’s really not appropriate, Ivy voiced her concerns.

Previously, Ivy believed that she and Dexter were the only ones who shared common topics within the Russell Group. Though their discussions revolved around work, they were primarily commercial secrets. It was like sharing something intimate with Dexter. However, now there was someone else who took that privilege from her.

Sensing the tense atmosphere, Josie snapped back to reality. “Should I step outside?”

Dexter’s expression turned grim, prompting Ivy to restrain herself. She took a deep breath and spoke solemnly, “There’s no need.”

“Mr. Russell, we have discovered that Mr. Yves has been accepting bribes. He had been living lavishly, going on luxury trips, but he shouldn’t be able to afford them with such a modest salary.”

“How much money was he bribed with?” Dexter pressed his temple

He sneered, “Thirty million. Arnold Carter sure is generous when it comes to such matters.”

At this point, Josie interjected, her keen perception catching onto the shift in the atmosphere. “Arnold probably wasn’t directly involved. That day at the hospital, Mr. Yves mentioned that they had only met once.” It was likely that Arnold had ordered one of his subordinates to carry out the act.

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Raising an eyebrow, Dexter asked, “You remember it so clearly. Are you trying to defend him?”

“What are you talking about? I’m just stating the facts, not trying to mislead you,” Josie replied fearlessly, unafraid of the consequences.

Ivy hadn’t expected that Josie would have a connection to Arnold Carter.

Dexter retracted his gaze. He asked, “Has he got anything to do with the car accident?”

Ivy froze, gritting her teeth. “Yes, we discovered he had a romantic relationship with Claire Wilcher, and she’s pregnant.”

“Gather the evidence,” Dexter’s expression turned cold. “compile it and send it to his wife.”

“Alright.”

Ivy paused momentarily before continuing, “We are already preparing to acquire Landon. Should we reassess the background of all personnel involved?”

“No need. That is Arnold Carter’s last resort; he has no hidden moves left.”

“Why do you think so?”

“At this very moment, he’s in London, feeling the heat of the situation,” Dexter spoke calmly, a glint of malice crossing his eyes. “Assassins prefer to strike in autumn because the wind is strong, and blood dries quickly.”

After concluding the work report, Ivy passed by Josie, taking a deep breath. Two of her best cards were wasted because of Josie. She couldn’t help but feel a great sense of resentment towards her.

“Ms. Warren, what would you like to drink?”

Josie sensed a hint of stubbornness from her stern expression, understanding its meaning as women naturally do. She responded with a hint of playfulness, “Thank you, Ms. Miller. Just water will do.”

Ivy didn’t reply and turned away, leaving the room.

Josie tapped her leg with her fingers, reflecting on the few encounters with Ivy. It seemned that Ivy did not like her.