My Bossy CEO Husband by Symon Diller

His train of thought was broken by the ringing of his phone. He leaned over and fished it from under the driver’s seat

“Brian! Did something happen? Why did you hang up all of a sudden?”

“Nothing. | happened to run into a little, wild cat just now.” Brian’s upper lip curled.

“Oh. | see. All right, are you arriving soon? The gamble on stones is about to start.”

“Il be there in a minute.”

Meanwhile, Rosalynn was feeling giddy after her encounter with her dreaded ex-husband. It was freeing to finally let out all of her pent-up frustrations in the last two years.

potted plants on top of the flowers she had originally

to a nearby shopping

her time decorating her new home, so much so that she hummed an

a fresh perspective, and she felt as though she had been reborn

Soon, dusk fell.

Royarid Club, Brian sat on a massive, leather sofa and skimmed through the purchase contract

stood in

the gamble. | hope that you will take care of the

at one of the documents. He was holding an

this really Rose,

keep a low profile. |