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.

already 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,

who have you chosen? Why do they seem less

the opportunity once it arose. He hadn’t

reckless driving threw a wrench in

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.

easy. I’ve taken steps

Selina inquired,

days 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

He won’t cross me.”

by this, Selina simply responded, “That’s

the call, Selina gripped her