Mystery of Blind Date

"Mr. Morris, Miss Watson's going on another blind date!"

In the president's office, Leo Taylor stood respectfully.

After a long interval, the man, who was busy with his business, responded simply, "Well."

Then, without looking up, he asked, "How many blind dates has she been on?"

"Ninety-nine times!"

The man who was sitting furrowed his brows.

There was then a subtle change in his composed expression.

He lifted his head and, despite the anger hidden in his deep-set eye sockets, curved his sexy thin lips into a wonderful curve.

He tapped his long fingers on the desk and then said, "Go arrange the hundredth blind date for her!"

"Mr. Morris?" Leo was a little surprised and confused.

But when President Morris aimed those narrowed eyes at him, he suddenly understood what he meant.

After two years of being dormant, Mr. Morris was eventually showing up.

...

Carole Watson was doing her makeup.

Her red lips were sensual, her eyes were charming with eyeliner.

Her strapless dress perfectly set off her slender waist, and her yellow, wavy wig was voluptuous.

Looking at the unfamiliar persona in the mirror, she pursed her red lips and then narcissistically struck several sexy poses.

She was a professional makeup artist who could easily create a variety of looks. In the past ninety-nine blind dates, she had designed ninety-nine different styles for herself.

This afternoon, she would be having her one hundredth blind date. She hoped her wish would come true.

Her date had chosen Mary's Club as the meeting place.

Carole showed up at the clubhouse on time.

It was an elegant, classy place with floor-to-ceiling windows and a quiet, beautiful courtyard right outside the windows.

Since her date had not shown up yet, Carole decided to take a stroll around the courtyard and spend her time taking in the view.

In the night, she was like a seductive, flamboyant siren, attracting the attention of many passersby.

"Mr. Morris, Miss Watson has arrived!"

In front of the window on the second floor, Leo reminded his boss in a low voice.

Oscar Morris eyed the downstairs courtyard with a deep frown.

There was a faint glint of fire in his dark eyes.

He had been watching that woman for a good while. Her sultry, provocative outfit was clearly a magnet!

"So, she is the woman two years ago?" There was a trace of coldness in Oscar's light voice.

The contour of his face was deep and three-dimensional. In the dark shadows before the window, he looked like an ice sculpture.

Even though it was summer, Leo, standing next to him, felt cold all over at the moment.

He rubbed his temples, nodded his head, and asked carefully, "Mr. Morris, do you want me to bring Miss Watson in for you? It's been two years. And this morning, your grandfather called to inquire..."

"No need!" Oscar said, then pursed his thin lips into a straight line.

Two years...

Oscar was willing to wait two more years for the promise he had made at a younger age. However, it seemed that his grandfather could not wait any longer.

Oscar rubbed his forehead, then said to Leo, "It's time. I'm going on the blind date!"

"Yes, sir!" Leo hurried to answer.

Five minutes later, Carole and Oscar were sitting opposite each other in a private room on the first floor.

Carole gave a glance at the man and was immediately shocked by his handsomeness.

The man in front of her was the best looking of any man she had ever seen in her life!

She could not resist licking her lips and touching her earlobe, then volunteered to say, "Mr. Morris, since our goal is to find a marriage partner through the blind date, let's be honest with each other, shall we?"

"Sure." Oscar replied simply and raised his brows with interests.

He then waited for the woman to be honest with him.

"Well, my first impression of you is pretty good. I think we could try dating for a while. What do you think?"

"Yes." Oscar's answer was still concise.

Hearing the man's answer, Carole got up and sat beside him, taking his hand intimately.

She curled up her red lips into a soft, seductive smile. "We're boyfriend and girlfriend now. You won't resist my intimate gestures, will you?"

Oscar's body suddenly tensed up as he smelled the woman's unique scent.

A hint of surprise flashed across his eyes.

He had always forbidden any woman to come near to him, but this one in front of him made him not want to resist.

He tilted his head to look at Carole and revealed a wicked smile. "No, I will not."

Then he cupped her chin flirtatiously and suggested, "Why don't we start with trial marriage. Let's get it started from tonight!"

"Trial marriage?"

"Right! What's wrong? Are you scared?"

"No! I mean, I think it's too soon, don't you?" Carole smiled awkwardly, one hand unconsciously touching her earlobe.

Her skin was fair, and her earlobes were full and round, looking exceptionally pretty.

At that moment, Oscar saw another woman in Carole and could not help but cry out that person's name.

"Carolyn!"

"What?" Carole stopped stroking her earlobe and looked at Oscar quizzically, "My name is Carole!"

"Carole?" Oscar frowned.

Then a swift whiff of self-deprecation shot across his lips.

In the next moment, he leaned in closer to Carole, giving off a dominant and ambiguous vibe.

"What are you doing?" Carole hurried to move further from him.

She suddenly felt that the man before her eyes was dangerous. Had she messed with the wrong person?

However, a second thought occurred to her. If he really was a powerful man, there should be many women wanting to marry him. Therefore, there would be no reason for him to appear on such an occasion.

Therefore, he should be a handsome man with nothing remarkable about him except his outstanding appearance.

Thinking so, Carole felt more confident.

She smiled and pressed against Oscar's shoulders with one hand, then reached out with the other and gently lifted his chin. "Mr. Morris. Why are you in such a hurry? Why don't I come over to your house tonight?"

Oscar narrowed his eyes.

He hid the murderous glint in his eyes perfectly.

How dare his wife offered herself to another man behind his back! It was time for him to do something!

As they left the clubhouse, Carole snuggled up to Oscar like a little bird. But as she lowered her head, traces of cunning flashed across her eyes.

Sitting in the car, Leo watched the scene before him, and a cold sweat breaking out on his forehead.

It was as if he had seen President Morris ruthlessly throwing Miss Watson into the sea to feed the sharks.

As Mr. Morris did not give him any instruction, Leo dared not do anything.

Seeing Carole drag Oscar into a taxi, Leo felt numb in his scalp.

Mr. Morris was not only the top-ranked businessman in Imperial City but also the sole heir to the Morris Group. Besides, he was the Dark Emperor Group's founder, and the group had occupied a leading position in the entire East Continent. It was hard to compute how much wealth he owned, but it was fair to say that he was as wealthy as many nations.

How could he take a taxi as he was so rich and influential?

The only explanation was that he was really pissed off. Thus, Carole was going to be miserable this evening!

While Leo was thinking, his phone beeped.

It was instructions sent by Oscar.

What awaited Carole was a punishment worse than being thrown into the sea and fed to sharks!

......

Once in the taxi, Carole let go of Oscar's hand and kept her distance from him.

She said to the driver, "Please stop at that intersection up ahead. I need to do some shopping!"

Oscar immediately said, "I'll go with you!"

"No, you can just wait for me in the car." Carole hastily waved her hand.

Her goal was to get rid of the man in front of her.

If he went with her, would not her plans be ruined?

In the past ninety-nine blind dates, she had managed to get away from those men. This time would be no exception.

However, Oscar clutched Carole's hand and said with a firm gaze, "Don't forget that I'm your boyfriend now, and I have the obligation and the right to be with you!"

"Well, you're so attentive." Carole rolled her eyes, touched her earlobe, and said, "But I do like a man to be tractable. That's the first part of our trial marriage!"

"In that case, I'll be more considerate and thoughtful to you!" For a moment, Oscar stared at Carole's earlobe, then suddenly reached for her shoulder and, downward, gently touched her slender waist.

"You..." Carole petrified.

There were flames of fury surging up in her eyes.

Oscar, however, did not give her a chance to take her anger out, swiftly grabbing her hands and approaching her.

He then imprisoned her in his arms with absolute dominance.

Oscar rubbed her earlobe with his thin lips and said, "There some things not suitable for a woman to buy, you understand?"

Oscar's voice was mellow, magnetic, and exceptionally pleasant.

But Carole had lost all sense of the charm in his voice, and only ducked back as hard as she could and threw helpless eyes at the taxi driver. "Help me! The man is a rogue!"

The driver laughed and, without even looking back, replied, "You guys go ahead flirting. I don't hear anything!"

With that, he turned on the car music and turned it up to the max.

Oscar smiled in satisfaction and held up a finger to the front of Carole's mouth to stop her from yelling. "Honey, I thought you like me being a rogue to you."

"What do you want?" Carole's body was in Oscar's grip, and there was no way for her to resist.

"Let's try it tonight!" Oscar let out a wicked but charismatic smile.

There was no warmth in his eyes.

His eyes were like deep pools or black holes, bottomless and chilly.

Carole could not help but shudder all over.

She suddenly thought the man in front of her was not an ordinary rogue.

Perhaps he was a pervert who enjoyed torturing women?

Carole thought of the news she had seen the other day, which was about a psychopath who had abused and killed several girls under the pretext of love.

How was she going to get rid of him?

Carole broke into a laugh. "Mr. Morris, for tonight's trial, let's go shopping!"

"Good girl!" Oscar slapped her little face and asked the driver to pulled up the car.

After getting out of the car, he kept clutching Carole's hand to prevent her from having any chance to leave.

They went to a counter that sold sex supplies, and Oscar actually asked the clerk to explain the pros and cons of assorted condoms' brands.

He was nearly 1.9 meters tall, with slender thighs and an upright figure, giving off an aristocratic demeanor.

Faced with such a perfect man, the shop assistant was extremely attentive and patient in answering his questions.

Carole hid behind him and lowered her head, and her face flushed.

Oscar eventually bought lots of condoms of different brands and got ready to leave with a full plastic bag.

Carole's mouth twitched.

Then, out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of a bathroom not far away. She hurried to say, "Mr. Morris, I need to use the ladies' room!"

"I'll go with you!" Oscar replied.

Carole gawked at the man. "But that's the ladies' room..."

"Shh!" Oscar reached out his fingers, tossed her long hair, and lowered his voice to say, "Don't think I don't know what you're thinking. You're trying to get rid of me!"

At his words, Carole calmed down a little.

She pushed his hand away and smiled. "Now that you know, I'll tell you the truth. Actually, I've been married for two years now, but I've never met my husband, much less know what he looks like. The reason I came on a blind date was to force him to show up."

"So?" Staring at Carole, there was a hint of coldness in Oscar's eyes.

"So, I can't walk into a trial marriage with you!" Carole explained with a grave expression on her face.

Carole had never told anyone except her best friend, Rachel Booth, about the incident.

But Oscar clearly was not convinced.

He lifted the woman's chin with his finger, forcing her to look directly at him, revealed a vague smile, and then said, "That's even better! Let's be extramarital lovers. Okay?"

"You!" Carole flew into a rage and stomped her foot. "Mr. Morris, if you keep stalking me, I'm calling the police!"

"Up to you! But I hear that Mrs. Watson, who is lying in the hospital, doesn't seem to be doing very well!"

"You investigated me?"

"I just happen to know!" Oscar replied indifferently.

Carole gritted her teeth and poked a finger into the man's chest, threatening severely, "You bastard. If you hurt my mother, I will not let you go!"