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, seeking

“Are you truly fine?”

“Yes,” she reassured.

slightly at her

Keegan mentioned an attempt on your

recounted, “Lyndon and I planned

vehicle charged at me. Lyndon maneuvered his car to shield me, sparing me but

her words, Brian’s grip tightened, his lips

she had been seconds away from harm’s way, saved only by Lyndon’s intervention, echoed a haunting familiarity

lost control, attempting to douse Rosalynn with sulfuric acid, but Barlow intervened

rivals-in-love who

left him wrestling