My Bossy CEO Husband by Symon Diller

One by one, Lyndon presented the women to Rosalynn, all distinguished figures from Skrix society.

She greeted each with a courteous nod and a practiced smile.

However, upon meeting the last woman’s gaze, her smile faded slightly.

It was Ivy Larson.

The memory of their last uncomfortable encounter lingered in Rosalynn’s mind.

Caught off guard by Rosalynn’s status as a Moreno, Ivy’s face bore a tinge of awkwardness.

“Miss Moreno,” she greeted.

to me as Rosalynn,” she

chill swept over Ivy’s features. Under her composed exterior, irritation simmered. Rosalynn’s disregard for her goodwill hadn’t gone

would she have bothered conversing

E L A ‘s L I

sight of Tilda, perched upon a

Her presence was puzzling.

enjoying the company of

with some friends,” Rosalynn offered, presenting Hutton and

Lyndon’s

“Miss Larson?”

a strained smile, Tilda excused herself, “Pardon me, Rosalynn, Karina. I have to go to

departure was hasty, her foot colliding with a nearby