My Bossy CEO Husband by Symon Diller

The bright morning sunshine seemed like a distant memory, shrouded in a thick haze that blocked out the light.

Yes, she had been relentless in pursuing him, but how could Barlow humiliate her so publicly?

He truly was a heartless, despicable man.

Meanwhile, Barlow finally pulled up to a rundown building on the west side in a frantic rush.

He parked his car and, in the chill of the wind, surveyed the dilapidated structure.

Glancing at his watch, he saw that there were just five minutes left. But it felt like an eternity in this biting cold.

if Blair’s team had managed to

anxiety gnawed at him, but he couldn’t afford to let it show. With determined steps, he entered the

“Rosalynn, where are you?”

real estate venture. However, midway through development, a debt dispute had derailed everything, leaving

this skeletal building loomed like a wounded beast in the dead of night, its gaping maw a stark reminder of

already eerie atmosphere. It was enough to send shivers down anyone’s

bound to a concrete pillar on

was gagged with a towel, and

Barlow’s voice, a glimmer of hope sparkled in her

with her predicament, a helpless captive left to endure the biting cold for

“Rosalynn, where are you?”