My Bossy CEO Husband by Symon Diller

In the ensuing calm, Rosalynn’s thoughts were eerily collected as she pondered the identity of her assailant.

Peering through the glass at the driver, she recognized no familiar features.

He was an unknown entity, likely acting under orders.

Speculations raced through her mind, but Brylee’s father surfaced as the prime suspect, the only figure she had conflicts with recently.

Could he be the mastermind of this accident?

Half an hour later, Brian appeared, Edwin in tow.

A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y

Rosalynn’s hand, he scrutinized her,

“Are you truly fine?”

“Yes,” she reassured.

anxiety abated slightly at

an attempt on your

planned to dine near the

at me. Lyndon maneuvered his car to shield me, sparing me but incurring grave injuries

grip tightened, his lips a firm

harm’s way, saved only by Lyndon’s

control, attempting to douse Rosalynn with sulfuric acid, but

his rivals-in-love who

act left him wrestling with a tumult