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My Bossy CEO Husband by Symon Diller

Chapter 208
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Chapter: 208

Brian and Barlow exchanged a tense glance, their unspoken animosity hanging in the air like a dark

cloud.

“Come on, let’s have a drink,” Sanford said, trying to diffuse the tension.

Brian picked up his glass and looked at Barlow, who raised an eyebrow before joining in.

The three had a drink.

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Sanford continued filling up Barlow’s glass.

“Barlow, you are really awesome. You have taken the reins of Sun Group and made it thrive. | propose

a toast to you,” Sanford said.

Upon hearing this, Barlow gave Brian a wry smile. “I appreciate it, but let’s not forget that | might have

inherited my mother’s ruthlessness.”

He was insinuating that his mother had almost poisoned Brian to death.

Brian’s lips pressed together, and the mood in the room grew more intense.

“People with evil intentions tend to destroy themselves sooner or later. You had better make the right

choice, Barlow.” Brian took a sip of wine, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

Barlow chuckled and looked down at his own glass. “Gene is a mystery! You should still be grateful to

my mother, though. If it weren’t for her…”

Instead of finishing his sentence, Barlow sipped his own wine and threw a pointed glance at Rosalynn.

The dark scowl on Brian’s face brought him immense satisfaction. Barlow’s smile widened.

“If it weren’t for her, you would have to compete with me for Hughes Group.”

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If his mother hadn’t committed that mistake, he wouldn’t have been sent abroad.

And Brian would never have married Rosalynn.

But he hadn’t cherished her. And he still had no idea who she was.

It truly was an interesting turn of events.

Brian said nothing. He took another large gulp of wine.

“Come on. Let’s drink.” Sanford raised his glass to Barlow.

Barlow raised an eyebrow at that. He proceeded to take a sip of his wine, only to press a hand against

his abdomen in the next second. He winced as though he was in pain.

Rosalynn, who had been eating silently the entire time, paused upon seeing this. “You shouldn’t drink

anymore.”