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My Bossy CEO Husband by Symon Diller

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“Lyndon, wake up!”

Finally, Lyndon started to stir. His eyes fluttered open slowly, his brows furrowing when his gaze fell on

Rosalynn.

“Rosa, are you okay?” he asked weakly.

“I’m fine. You should be worrying about yourself. You’re injured.

Hold on. I’ll take you to the hospital.”

As she took Lyndon’s pulse, she kept dialing to call for an ambulance.

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Lyndon’s eyes stayed open for another brief moment before closing once more, his body sinking back

into unconsciousness.

As Selina received a call from her father Beal, she was already aware that her scheme had unraveled.

She couldn’t contain her frustration and immediately let loose a stream of curses. The intended target,

Rosalynn, remained unharmed. Instead, it was Lyndon who had been caught in the fray.

“Dad, who have you chosen? Why do they seem less than competent?”

Beal responded, “The man assured me he’d seize the opportunity once it arose. He hadn’t anticipated

someone interfering unexpectedly.

Lyndon’s reckless driving threw a wrench in our plans.”

Selina, disturbed by the incompetence, pressed, “All they offer are excuses. What’s our next step?

Lyndon’s hurt and the cops will be on our tail. If they trace it back to your hire, will he turn on you?”

“Rest easy. I’ve taken steps to ensure his silence.”

Intrigued, Selina inquired, “How so?”

“His days are numbered. He’s battling terminal gastric cancer. I’ve promised a hefty sum post-mission,

and a secure job for his soon-to- graduate daughter. He’s got reasons to stay quiet and take the fall.

He won’t cross me.”

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Comforted by this, Selina simply responded, “That’s reassuring.”

Ending the call, Selina gripped her phone, her gaze icy with resolve.

She pondered how Rosalynn always seemed to escape fate.

Lyndon’s timely intervention suggested he held her in special regard.

She was undeniably an alluring bitch.

Meanwhile, at the hospital, Rosalynn stood anxiously as Lyndon was wheeled into surgery.

She had done her best to assess his injuries along the way.

A bump on the head seemed minor, but with his history of head trauma, a concussion was a real

concern, though his life wasn’t in danger.