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

couldn’t afford to let it show. With

“Rosalynn, where are you?”

ambitious real estate venture. However, midway through development,

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

to the already eerie atmosphere. It was enough to send shivers down

to a concrete pillar on

mouth was gagged with a towel, and

glimmer of hope sparkled in her

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

“Rosalynn, where are you?”