My Bossy CEO Husband by Symon Diller

“Lyndon, wake up!”

Finally, Lyndon started to stir. His eyes fluttered open slowly, his brows furrowing when his gaze fell on Rosalynn.

“Rosa, are you okay?” he asked weakly.

“I’m fine. You should be worrying about yourself. You’re injured.

Hold on. I’ll take you to the hospital.”

As she took Lyndon’s pulse, she kept dialing to call for an ambulance.

Lyndon’s eyes stayed open for another brief moment before closing once more, his body sinking back into unconsciousness.

aware that her scheme had unraveled. She couldn’t contain her frustration and immediately let loose a stream of curses. The intended target, Rosalynn, remained unharmed. Instead,

have you chosen? Why do they seem less

man assured me he’d seize the opportunity once it arose. He hadn’t anticipated someone interfering

driving threw a

disturbed by the incompetence, pressed, “All they offer are excuses. What’s our next step? Lyndon’s hurt and the cops will be on our tail. If they trace it back to your hire, will he turn on

taken steps to

inquired,

are numbered. He’s battling terminal gastric cancer. I’ve promised a hefty sum post-mission, and a secure job for his soon-to- graduate daughter. He’s got reasons to stay quiet and

He won’t cross me.”

Selina

Selina gripped her phone, her gaze icy with