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.

raced, wondering if Blair’s team had

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

“Rosalynn, where are you?”

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

like a wounded beast in the dead

atmosphere. It was enough to

to a concrete pillar on the

mouth was gagged with a towel,

a glimmer

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

“Rosalynn, where are you?”