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

Chapter 80

Finley immediately stopped Allision and snatched the knife from her hand. “Allison, come on!”

“I’m so angry.” Allison sat back on the sofa after losing her knife. She puffed out her cheeks and said, “How can there be such a family? How horrible they are!”

“I’m different from before. I dare them to provoke me now.” Finley raised her head with a sharp light

in her eyes.

“I don’t pay much attention to others, but I feel sorry for you, Finley. Rita is your elder sister, isn’t she? She works in my company, and her career doesn’t seem promising. She has hooked up with some director and got a role in several shows. I will tell my mom to prevent these shows from appearing on TV and online. I will always side with my friends. I won’t forgive whoever is bad to my friends.” Allison was a warm and righteous chatterer. Finley considered this friend a windfall.

Allison didn’t find some clothes for Finley to take a shower till their chat was over.

In the bathroom, Finley looked at herself in the mirror. She was beautiful without that ugly birthmark on her face.

Finley pulled open the door and walked out of the bathroom.

Sitting on the bed, Allison was watching the live broadcast of games with a tablet. She heard the footsteps and looked up.

“Who are you?” Allison was surprised to see a strange woman in her room and instantly straightened herself on the bed. Her move was so violent and abrupt that Allison fell to the ground and got hurt in

the butt.

disheveled hair. Her face was different.

to Allison though it might frighten this new

a smile. “Are

walked over and

you are Finley?! Your face…”

part

felt that it was amazing day

the

could there be such a precious girl like Finley in the world? She looked composed, kind, and peaceful but turned out to be a

You are my new icon.” Allison ran to Finley from the bedside

icon. I am a bit

you are my icon. You are so beautiful. How can Mr. Turner still be

here tonight and tomorrow. Don’t go home, and leave

handsome

became chatty again.

felt exceptionally warm.

chance was

the Turner’s

work in the study. It was four o’clock in