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 projected

upon over

dining together, and subsequent photos showed Rosalynn escorting Gail to a room following an

whispers swelled into

eyes darted between Rosalynn

lips, realization dawning that Ballard must have been monitoring her since

brows knitted at the sight of

Fuller, purely by chance. And yes, I retreated to her room only due to a sudden

short on money, but that doesn’t exclude the possibility of a bribe,” Ballard asserted,

woman might lack competence, yet her

the sole reason her employer entrusted