Blind Date Turned Proposal novel Chapter 1377

This statement greatly pleased Claudia. She laughed, her eyes crinkling at the corners. “Then you can assist me.”

The servants were all somewhat taken aback. Josie carried out her tasks efficiently, exhibiting none of the airs one would expect from a daughter of an elite family.

The water trickled softly, and in Claudia's hands was a ball of dough. She glanced at Josie and said, “You seem troubled. Your complexion is off.”

Josie was taken aback. “Is it that obvious?”

“It's practically written all over your face.”

Josie was somewhat embarrassed. “I suppose you all know that the investigation team is investigating Dexter, and I'm a bit worried.”

“It seems there are still feelings involved.”

This jest made Josie even more embarrassed, causing her to speed up her vegetable washing.

“Grape is still with him. What I'm worried about is the child.”

“You're incapable of lying,” Claudia stated. “Even an outsider can tell that there are lingering feelings between the two of you.”

“That night, when I traveled from Olsen Residence to the hospital, I saw that young man standing under the streetlight, refusing to go upstairs. His hesitation was no different from what you're displaying right now.”

That day, when Claudia took the initiative to ask, the usually composed man seemed like a bashful adolescent in front of her, feeling somewhat embarrassed as he respectfully addressed her as Mrs. Olsen.

“Are you here to see Leanne? Why don't you go up? She's in,” Claudia said.

Dexter lowered his head, his voice soft and gentle. “We had a disagreement. It upset her.”

Claudia couldn't help but laugh. “A woman needs to be pampered. If you don't appease her, how do you expect her to forgive you?”

Dexter didn't confirm whether it was right or wrong. He pulled out a document from the car and said, “Could you deliver this to her for me? It's getting late. She should get some sleep soon.”

Through the transparent shell, one could discern the densely packed script within.

However, ordinary people still had to carry on with their lives.

On the day of the contract signing, the final price was firmly settled at two hundred and thirty million.

Lawrence was the head of the finance department, and he couldn't help but scoff when allocating the funds. “We're pouring so much money into a project that we don't even know will be profitable. The young heiress is truly out of touch with reality, throwing money around like it's worth nothing.”

While signing, Josie responded, “Well, Mr. Yandell, you were also quite the big spender when you were out with the hostesses.”

Lawrence was taken aback by what she actually knew. His eyes widened. “What nonsense are you spouting?”

“Unfortunately, the owner of Heaven on Earth is a friend of mine, and she happened to see it all. Tell me, did she mistake what she saw? If so, all you need to do is say the word, and I'll give her a piece of my mind.”

Josie wore an expression of absolute innocence. Lawrence's face was flushed red in frustration. He was so infuriated that he wanted to slap her, yet he found himself completely powerless to do so.

With a cold huff, he stormed out, slamming the door behind him.