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.

wondering if Blair’s

couldn’t afford to let

“Rosalynn, where are you?”

project had once been an ambitious real estate venture. However, midway through development, a debt dispute

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

wind howled, adding to the already eerie atmosphere.

bound to a concrete

gagged with a

she heard Barlow’s voice, a glimmer of hope

left to endure the biting cold for

“Rosalynn, where are you?”