The Epic Blind Date with My Boss

Chapter 528 Make Sure She's Unscathed

Carsen

d he let out a surprised chuckle, "Ah, she used to be Mr. Carter's assistant I saw her handling things with finesse at an event, so I invited her to join us

with Mr. Carter. I'm sure Mr. R!! has crossed paths with her as well

Heather, come on over and say hello to Mr. Russell

Dressed in a sleek business suit today, Heather appeared less disheveled and more composed. She avoided making direct eye contact with Dexter Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Russell" Dester leaned back, a hint of amusement in his eyes. Trecall Ms. Riley's tea-making skills being quite impressive Care to showcase your talents for your new bow?"

Heather felt a surge of humiliation at his words, her ears turning beet red.

She bent down to brew the tea, her fair and delicate hands catching Caesar's attention. He couldn't help but appreciate their grace. "I gotta say... Watching young folks excel at their craft is always a pleasure to behold

Dexter maintained his poker face.

"Working for the government has its perks. Following Mr. Perkins is a wiser choice than sticking with Mr. Carter

Heather bit her lip. "Uh... Yeah."

Dexter took a quick break during the intermission and headed to the restroom. As he washed his hands, he glanced up and noticed the woman standing behind him in the mirror. "You've got some nerve. If your new boss were to find out. I can imagine you'll have a tough time," he remarked coldly.

Heather tightly clenched her clothes, feeling misunderstood and wrongly judged. "Mr. Russell, you've completely misunderstood me. I'm not that kind of person..."

Dexter maintained his unwavering gaze at Heather's reflection in the mirror.

"I was penalized by Mr. Carter for a mistake in the United Kingdom. That's why I ended up working with Mr. Perkins. It's not what you're assuming."

"Why bother explaining it to me? It's your business with Arnold."

"...I just don't want you to get the wrong idea about me." Heather said, her voice trembling as she gathered her courage to raise her head. Her eyes were red and filled with tears.

Dexter's mind flickered

back to that disastrous day when everything fell apart, and a slight headache crept in. He turned around, glanced at her, and silently walked past, leaving her words in the air. "You'll have to face the consequen actions."

As the evening drew to a close, Dexter walked alongside Caesar to his car, with Heather trailing behind, her eyes still shimmering with tears.

The car sped away, and Dexter's gaze drifted into the distance, lost in his thoughts.

Larry caught up, and his voice was filled with concern. "Mr. Russell, should I look into this?"

Dexter gave Larry a quick sideways glance, pondering his choices. "Conventional methods won't cut it when dealing with Arnold's related matters. Get Moses on it instead."

When delving into covert affairs, unconventional approaches often reveal more valuable insights.

In a sudden burst of inspiration, Larry suggested, "Should we also have him look into Mrs. Russell's case? They had a close bond in the past, after all."

Dexter paused for a moment, a somber expression crossing his face. "Hmm."

Getting into the car, he instructed, "Caesar Perkins never hold back. Keep a close watch on him and make sure she's unscathed."

Caesar's ruthless and unpredictable way of seeking revenge had earned him quite a reputation, making it impossible to predict his next move,

Dexter grappled with conflicting emotions, uncertain if his concern for Heather was rooted in guilt or a burgeoning sense of responsibility that had blossomed after their intimate encounter. Upon hearing this, Larry was taken aback, realizing that Dexter was referring to Heather, "Uh, okay."

As the car drove a distance and arrived at Russell Manor, they saw a familiar figure waiting at the gate. Uh, it's Ms. Quorn."

Xanthe had been waiting there all night, determined to see Dexter.

She raised her chin defiantly, her eyes filled with intensity as she locked her gaze on the back seat. Dexter calmly stepped out of the car, displaying an icy demeanor. "What are you doing here?"

Without responding to his question, Xanthe raised her hand, poised to deliver a slap across his face.

But this time, Dexter swiftly caught her hand. "What's gotten into you?"

"Dexter Russell, you're such an ungrateful son! How could you do this to me?! I'm your own mother!" Xanthe seethed with anger, struggling to maintain her composure. "How dare you have someone sabotage my business dealings!"