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.

saw a staff member run to Bryan and back to the host with a confused

man, paying attention instead to

believe it? They didn’t

“Do

false? After all, I don’t think Mr. Turner would

“You may be right…”

her nails digging into her palm, at the speculatively looks the crowds

when a big fat zero appeared on the

Finley scoffed, unperturbed at the man’s

man was…way too

other hand,

not like that vixen? It must be! Otherwise, he wouldn’t give her a zero. Too bad

second place. The only consolation she had was that

quickly diverted the crowds’ attention from her zero to Finley, announcing her as

she walked to the host to accept the trophy, Finley held her head

this is

looked at the dazzling young woman standing on

Being ignored was… uncomfortable.

a fairy on

his

Bryan’s eyes as he was focused on that woman and she trembled in renewed

“No! Bryan Turner is mine! Which hole did this b*tch crawl

as the host handed the microphone to her and asked, “Would you like to say a

and proceeded to drop a bucket of

that someone in

they heard her words. The host scrambled

to prove,” Finley interjected, her sharp gaze on Bryan, “I would just like to know if the organizers will

but kept his face impassive. Instead, it was Harry who replied on his

found fault with Finley’s actions. “She already won the competition, why is she kicking up such