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

he scrutinized her, seeking any signs

“Are you truly fine?”

“Yes,” she reassured.

slightly

an attempt on your

and I planned to

maneuvered his car to shield me, sparing me

Brian’s grip tightened, his

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

the time, Brylee had lost control, attempting to douse Rosalynn with sulfuric acid, but Barlow intervened just

his rivals-in-love who unexpectedly became his

act left him wrestling with a