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

but he couldn’t afford to let it show. With determined steps, he

“Rosalynn, where are you?”

had once been an ambitious real estate venture. However, midway

in the dead of night, its gaping maw a stark reminder of

the already eerie atmosphere. It was enough

bound to a concrete pillar on the fifth

with a towel, and

Barlow’s voice, a glimmer of

captive left to

“Rosalynn, where are you?”