Blind Date Turned Proposal novel Chapter 986

Meanwhile, Josie had been bound to a chair for two full days. Her entire body was numb as she stared blankly at the images on the television screen.

It was unclear how much she had watched.

The camera focused on the lively guests. Dexter and Heather were not present. Josie presumed they were preparing.

It's happening soon...

Josie could clearly sense the nervousness in Johnny and his subordinates.

Unexpectedly, Josie felt relaxed. She couldn't care less, knowing that there was no chance for redemption.

“Boss... what's that sound...” one lackey asked Johnny, holding his breath to listen.

Johnny's brow furrowed as he discerned the sporadic, weighty thuds of a walking stick hitting the floor, indicating the presence of someone using a walker.

“Someone's coming!” Johnny exclaimed in alarm. He drew his knife, cautiously moving forward.

Josie furrowed her brows. She also heard the sound of the walking stick approaching, the disordered footfalls growing louder. Their intent was unmistakable. They were advancing in their direction.

Soon, Josie looked up, only to see a pair of feet clad in canvas shoes. She continued to look up and saw a hunched figure, leaning on a walking stick. When her gaze fell on his face, her pupils dilated in surprise.

Mark? How can it be Mark?

He was already over sixty, and although his health was not the best, he remained calm even in the face of danger.

Mark had evidently come alone. He scanned the desolate, abandoned construction site, his gaze finally settling on Josie, who was bound.

His gaze darkened.

“Who are you!” Johnny brandished his knife at him, a hint of fear lingering in his voice. “How did you find this place!”

Finally, Mark turned his gaze toward Johnny, his voice steady as he said, “This is my home. If anyone should be asking that question, it should be me!”

His home? Johnny searched his memories. “Y-You're Mark Olsen!”

How terrifying! How on earth did Mark manage to find this place? Wasn't it long since abandoned?

Johnny and his subordinates exchanged glances, unsure of what to do next. Should we take action? But this man is, nominally, Heather's father at present! If we don't, then what are we going to do?

Johnny heaved a sigh of relief. He's alone. I'm sure he has no other intentions. “Then what are you—”