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

her,

“Are you truly fine?”

“Yes,” she reassured.

slightly at

mentioned an attempt

I planned to dine

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

Brian’s grip tightened,

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

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

his rivals-in-love who unexpectedly

him wrestling