My Bossy CEO Husband by Symon Diller

Her face fell. “Rosalynn, why are you here? And you’re unscathed!”

A cold smile played on Rosalynn’s lips as she produced a small bottle and sprayed its contents to Brylee. s it turns out, you should be the one in distress!”

‘Ah! What are you doing?” Brylee cried out.

Rosalynn shoved her further into the room before swiftly exiting.

A man’s voice floated in from behind. “Is it done?”

“Yes,” Rosalynn confirmed.

shoulders. Looking down, she saw Barlow draping

Rosalynn muttered, adjusting the suit jacket on her

grin. “Rosalynn, I’ve come to your rescue yet again. How do you plan to

for your help,” Rosalynn

called

to remain silent, tacitly

descended the stairs and surveyed the crowd from afar. “I’m

done her part, and any further involvement seemed

see how things unfold for Brylee?” Barlow caught

frowned. “Don’t touch me,”

her, chuckling playfully. “Come on, Rosalynn, don’t be so prudish. You