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.

the flower market, and ended up buying several potted plants on top of the flowers

headed to a nearby

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

and she felt as though she

Soon, dusk fell.

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

and attractive man stood in front of

lost in the gamble. | hope that you will take care of the employees in my

at one of the documents. He was holding

really Rose,

man nodded, his brows furrowed slightly. “Yes, of course. Rose prefers to keep a low profile. | hope that you will