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.

the cue, the assistant

upon over

dining together, and subsequent photos showed

whispers swelled

darted between Rosalynn and

red lips, realization dawning that Ballard must

knitted at the sight of

to her room only due to a sudden ailment. I have never accepted a bribe. Money is

but that doesn’t exclude the possibility of a bribe,” Ballard asserted, his

woman might lack competence, yet her

employer entrusted her with