My Bossy CEO Husband by Symon Diller

Rosalynn offered Zoe a comforting touch on the hand before turning to face Dilan.

Dilan remained seated, his expression one of cool indifference, deliberately ignoring Rosalynns arrival.

Mr.

Hughes, Mrs.

Hughes, what are you doing here? Davies blurted out, his surprise evident as they entered.

He had been skeptical about Dilans claim to know such high-profile figures as Brian and Rosalynn, but it turned out Dilan was telling the truth.

Mr.

Cooper, lets keep our cool and discuss this calmly, Brian said, nodding slightly as he settled into the seat opposite Davies.

Davies, still simmering with anger, shot a furious glance at Dilan before finally taking his own seat.

Mr.

Hughes, Im trying not to lose my temper, but this boys arrogance is too much.

chosen heir, and Ive

has

blame me for being

son deeply, and now that cherished boy was

the police stations constraints, Davies would have

Mr.

upset, but perhaps

familys wealth and status are important, but if your son becomes spoiled and reckless,

shot Brian a

Mr.

son was at fault from the beginning? Brians expression remained neutral, offering no clear agreement or

were all

a bit rowdy

normal to seek

Ive seen the footage.

the butt, and

looking for a fight? Brian looked at Dilan, who sat silently,

initial support for Dilan started to waver, clouded by Davies

reaction just an over-the-top response to what he saw as injustice? Rosalynn