My Bossy CEO Husband by Symon Diller

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Sanford, however, remained composed. He casually glanced at his assistant and inquired, “Where’s the doctor?”

“Right here.”

The assistant promptly ushered in the doctor who had been waiting nearby.

The doctor approached her, giving her a once-over. “Fainted from pure rage. Get Mrs. Robles to the lounge.”

“Sure thing.”

Sanford exchanged a knowing look with his assistant, who, in tandem with a security guard, guided Janiya to the Lounge.

Britton shot Sanford a complex expression, sighed, and trailed behind them.

if he still couldn’t connect the dots, well, that would be

quite the spectacle at the engagement party, a subtle

he was uncertain of the motive behind their son’s theatrics, it was

the investigation,” Sanford explained, a tinge of apology in his voice. “Feel free to take them

up, I’ll

with a slight nod. “Appreciate your

away,” he directed the

police departed, escorting Remy and

smile,

drama,

his departure. “Sanford, did you orchestrate all that just

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