My Bossy CEO Husband by Symon Diller

These simple words caused Rosalynn’s fingers to ease slightly.

He probably had overheard the conversation.

What was his next move?

Positioning himself beside Rosalynn, Brian faced the panel, his stature commanding as he leaned in slightly.

“Ladies and gentlemen, allow me to address Mr. Morgan’s inquiry on Rosalynn’s behalf. To begin, my decision to take over S.W. Studio was informed by my knowledge of Rosalynn’s true identity as Rose. More than just Rose, Rosalynn is a key partner at $.W. Studio who chooses the humble life of an intern over ostentation. Is her discretion truly a point of criticism for Mr. Morgan? Not everyone craves the spotlight,” he stated, his resonant voice edged with coolness, his gaze piercingly fixed on Ballard, who shifted uncomfortably under the scrutiny.

Brian’s presence commanded the room like a sovereign.

He went on, “Additionally, the allegation of Rosalynn’s ‘ambiguous ties with her boss and the claim that she caused the dismissal of three adept designers are baseless. Her anonymity allows her to observe her surroundings with clarity. Shouldn’t those who compromise the firm’s interests be dismissed? And as a co-founder, does she not hold that authority?”

unable to counter such a

figure of Brian, her hands coming together

captivating allure as

appeared nothing like the actions of

were intimately involved? Yes, that’s true. We have slept together!” Brian

His candidness was startling.

defense of Rosalynn’s reputation

seemed Brian was deliberately tarnishing it

gaze to him, curious about his

scoffed, “So my suspicions were

slept together because she’s named on my marriage certificate as my other half! Don’t you sleep with your wife? How else did you get your daughter?” Brian’s voice was thick