Blind Date Turned Proposal novel Chapter 1083

Josie stared at her reflection in the mirror. Her makeup was flawlessly applied, and her skin was fair, even more radiant than her gown. It seemed as if the gown was made specifically for her.

For many years, she had intentionally avoided wearing white clothes.

"Josie," she whispered softly.

I'm Josie, not Alice.

The corridor was brightly lit, filled with groups of wealthy and noble young people. They held their wine glasses, engaging in casual conversations. Occasionally, a beautiful woman would pass by, but they wouldn't even bother to look at her.

However, when Josie walked out, their eyes lit up.

Clutching her handbag, Josie walked down the long corridor. As she turned the corner, she suddenly heard a suggestive sound.

In the corner room, with the door partially open, a woman's seductive moan echoed from within.

Josie glanced over, uninterested in such matters. However, it was this very glance that made her stop abruptly.

Just moments ago, she caught a glimpse of the woman's face. There was a distinctive mole under the corner of her eye, making her easily recognizable.

Laura!

Isn't she supposed to be in Wavery? How did she end up in Rivodia? And what are the chances of her being here?

Over the past two years, Josie hadn't been in contact with Laura. Yet, today, she was able to recognize her at first sight.

Engrossed in their activities, they failed to notice the person outside. The man's voice was deep and almost inaudible. With his back turned to her, Josie couldn't identify him.

But judging from his figure, she was certain he wasn't Zach.

In the past couple of years, there hadn't been any reports of misfortune befalling the Olsen family.

Josie lowered her gaze, stepping out of the long corridor. Dexter stood tall and dignified at the entrance, surrounded by numerous executives eager to approach and engage him in conversation.

However, none dared.

"The clothes suit you well," Dexter said, his gaze fixed on Josie as she approached him, a hint of affection in his eyes.

It wasn't that the clothes complemented her, but rather, she complemented the clothes.