CEO’s Surrender: With You, I Can Never Win

Chapter 12

Of course, Bryan would not actually lay a hand on his wife.

Narrowing his eyes at her slightly, he then lowered his head to write a number on her score sheet. Harry’s eyes widened in horror at the glaring number that appeared.

“Sir… Aren’t you afraid that Mrs. Turner will be angry…” Harry trailed off when he realized that Boss. was on the verge of becoming angry with him.

“She asked for it.” Bryan spared Finley a glance. This woman need to pay the price.

“Sorry, Sir.” Harry quickly stepped back.

Out of sight, out of mind….

Anyway, the highest and lowest scores would be removed. Miss Finley will not be badly affected by the Boss’s childish actions.

Maybe Boss just took it as a warning to Miss Finley.

Meanwhile, the judges were put in a difficult position.

On one hand was a brilliant new perfumer with her future in front of her, on the other hand, was a slightly less talented young woman who was rumored to become the wife of a very powerful man. In the end, one brave judge decided to speak up and toss the hot potato to Bryan. “Mr. Turner, we think that Lemon’s perfume would help the whole country to make a shot in the international stage this year. It’s just that Miss Tricia-”

“Has nothing to do with me.” Bryan interrupted the man.

Harry then cleared his throat and said, “Dear judges, please judge according to your professional opinions and not rumors.”

Nodding their understanding, the group lowered their head and wrote down their scores with a clear heart.

Five minutes later, Finley’s score was displayed on the screen and immediately caused a stir.

“10! 10! 9.8! What perfume did that young lady come up with to score so high?”

Soon all the judges’ scores were displayed, with one notable exception.

a staff member run to Bryan and back to the host with a confused expression on her

the man, paying attention instead to the whispers around

didn’t make

“Do

think Mr. Turner would let his fiancée be

“You may be right…”

her palm,

big fat zero

was confused, Finley scoffed, unperturbed at the

man was…way

other hand, Tricia was

vixen? It must be! Otherwise, he wouldn’t give

consolation she had was that Mr. Turner did not seem to like the champion. So, she still had a

the crowds’ attention from her zero to Finley, announcing her as the winner of the

the host to accept

is

bit. Bryan looked at the dazzling young woman standing on

Being ignored was… uncomfortable.

was like a fairy on the moon, cold and

tender smile grazed his lips before

saw the oddly curious look in Bryan’s eyes as he was focused on that

is mine! Which hole did this

her jaw as the host handed the microphone to

accepted the microphone, and proceeded to

would like to report that someone in this

when they heard her words. The host scrambled to think of

enough to prove,” Finley interjected, her sharp gaze on Bryan, “I would just like

his behalf. “Of course, Miss Lemon. Turner

fault with Finley’s