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.

enveloping her shoulders. Looking down, she saw Barlow draping a suit jacket

the suit

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

for your help,” Rosalynn

my debt now,” Barlow called after her, his

to remain silent, tacitly acknowledging

and surveyed the crowd from afar. “I’m

her part, and any further

to see how things unfold for Brylee?” Barlow caught her by the

touch

chuckling playfully. “Come on, Rosalynn,