My Bossy CEO Husband by Symon Diller

Years had passed, yet had Beal’s conscience not stirred with remorse?

And what of Selina? Was she oblivious to her father’s actions, or was she implicated as well?

These contemplations cast a frosty glint in Lyndon’s eyes.

Any threat to Rosalynn was a threat to him.

Interrupted by the rumble of his own hunger, Lyndon was jolted back to the present, meeting Rosalynn’s gaze.

“Feeling hungry? Should I grab something for you to eat?” she asked with a smile.

A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y

thank you,” Lyndon

my mind is elsewhere, and my

offered him a

Moreno

discreetly ushered her

the latest, dad?” she

reassured her with a comforting

it to Darrion’s drunkenness. It was a mere traffic

by the news, Selina

most

at her, querying, “What’s our next move?

to evade their attention. Besides, Rosalynn’s employment here,