My Bossy CEO Husband by Symon Diller

With a grave expression, the coordinator pressed, “Evidence is required, Mr. Morgan. What makes you assert such a claim?”

“This lady is not the real Rose!” Ballard accused, pointing directly at Rosalynn.

“Back at another bid conference, she denied being Rose.

Now, all of a sudden, she claims she is! My suspicion is she colluded with a judge to secure the project! After all, expanding the Skrix Museum is a major venture. How else could a mere intern like her wield such influence without invoking the name ‘Rose’?”

The coordinator’s brow creased in concern.

“You’ve implicated the judges, Mr. Morgan. To whom are you referring?”

Ballard shot a covert glance at Gail and and signaled his assistant with a look.

cue, the assistant

upon over dinner,”

and subsequent

whispers swelled

darted between

that Ballard must

knitted at the sight of the

room only due to a sudden ailment. I have never accepted a bribe. Money is not an object to

money, but that doesn’t exclude the possibility of a bribe,” Ballard asserted, his gaze piercing Rosalynn with

competence, yet her

sole reason her employer entrusted her with