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 assistant projected

I stumbled upon over

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

swelled

between Rosalynn

lips, realization dawning that Ballard must have been monitoring

the sight

retreated to her room only due to a sudden ailment. I

the possibility of a bribe,”

woman might lack competence,

reason her employer entrusted her with