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My Bossy CEO Husband by Symon Diller

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w Bookmark This Website NinjaClick Rosalynn smirked. “Option two, doa favor.” “What kind of favor?” Dilan shot back, not sounding too friendly.

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“Just Like you got under Zoe's skin this morning, do the sto Ivy Larson,” Rosalynn directed.

Dilan hesitated, wearing a silent frown.

Rosalynn raised her brows a tad. “Why the silence? Are you shired muscle for Mrs. Larson, unable to go against the Larson family?” “Absolutely not!” Dilan denied.

“Then why dance to Mrs. Larson's tune?” Rosalynn probed, eyeing him.

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Dilan’s eyes flickered. “That's my business, none of yours.” Rosalynn nodded. “Alright, | won't pry into your secrets. So, option one or option two?” He wanted neither.

Dilan scowled. “Isn’t there a third way?” “Nope,” Rosalynn said flatly.

Dilan kept quiet, brainstorming a plan.

Rosalynn took her time, saying, “Dilan, if you can’t decide, I'll be your constant reminder, making sure you relive those past embarrassments in front of your buddies.” Dilan’s face went through a range of expressions. Finally, he clenched his teeth. “I'll go with the second choice.” Dilan found Rosalynn attractive but she was pulling ore a seasoned player. How had he becher target? Rosalynn was satisfied. “Good, | want to see results by tomorrow, no later.” Dilan, wearing a gloomy expression, asked, “Can | leave now?” Out of the blue, Rosalynn asked, “How much did Mrs. Larson shell out for you?” Dilan’s eyes sparked. “What's that supposed to mean? You want to paytoo?” Rosalynn asserted, “Let's keep things clear. | don’t want you to assthat | leverage the influence of the Moreno family to bully you.” Dilan locked eyes with her, eventually saying, “Fifty thousand dollars.” Fifty thousand dollars? Rosalynn gave him a quick glance, not wasting words. She whipped out her phone. “Giveyour bank card number.”