Blind Date Turned Proposal novel Chapter 1313

“Why so nervous?” the man asked.

The coffee was ready. Josie cradled it in her hands for warmth, her gaze steady on the other person. “Anyone who has access to Russell Group's employee handbook wouldn't be of a low rank, and being able to enter Dexter's home just further supports this assumption. It's rather inappropriate for a person of your stature to be joking around in the break room instead of working at this hour, don't you think?”

Any trace of surprise had already vanished from her eyes.

She was smarter and more composed than he had imagined.

The man chuckled lightly. “The meeting is over. It's time for a break now.”

“Nice to meet you. I'm Preston Kaufman.” He reached out his hand. “You must be Josie. I've heard a lot about you.”

Preston... Josie had heard this name before. Back in Rivodia, when Charles was under investigation, many people got implicated. The person Dexter had stepped in to save seemed to be called Preston.

Josie shook hands with him. “So you're Mr. Kaufman. I've heard about you for quite some time.”

Preston adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses. “Do you know when I first became aware of you?”

Back when Josie departed, Dexter had effectively put a lockdown on all information related to her, affording her the utmost peace. Consequently, few of those who came later were aware of Josie's existence.

Josie shook her head.

“In the first year that Mr. Russell brought me to his side after I had independently completed my first project, I was invited to dine at Russell Mansion. During the meal, he entrusted me with many confidential and significant aspects of our work. However, all of that wasn't really anything special.” Preston, seemingly reminded of something, suddenly burst into laughter. “After we separated, I accidentally shattered a picture frame in Mr. Russell's study. In the one year I have known him, he has always carried an inherent dignity, never showing his anger and always displaying a gentle demeanor. That was the first time I saw him lose his temper. Even now, the memory still gives me the jitters.”

Upon hearing his next words, Josie felt a sting in her heart. “He ignored the pain from the glass shards. It seemed he only cared about the photo, and the person in that photo was you.”

The coffee machine beeped rhythmically. Preston turned to the side, nonchalantly saying, “Later, Larry informed me that it was Mr. Russell's beloved.”

To think he's Dexter's die-hard fan. Josie let out a scornful laugh and walked away.