My Bossy CEO Husband by Symon Diller

“| haven’t forgotten my position in this company. And | hope you also remember that I’m now in charge of the Technology Center
project. Everything | ask is for the purpose of winning the project successfully. So, | think even the CEO will agree that | have the
right to use an assistant.”
Rosalynn’s tone was neither humble nor pushy. She just merely stated a fact. After saying that, she turned around and left, not
even waiting for Giselle’s answer.
The moment Rosalynn got out of the room, Giselle grabbed some documents and threw them on the floor in exasperation.
How dare an intern talk back to her and challenge her authority like that?
She would like to see if Rosalynn could successfully win this project.
Rosalynn and Maggie waited for a taxi at the gate of the company.
A moment later, a black Bentley slowed down and pulled over near them. Then, Brian got out of the car.
Wearing a well-cut black suit, he looked more noble and overbearing.
“Good morning, Mr. Hughes,” Maggie greeted Brian respectfully, while lightly pulling Rosalynn’s sleeve.
Of course, Rosalynn also saw him. But she just lowered her eyes and bowed slightly.
Brian just glanced at them and entered the company.
He seemed even colder and more standoffish than usual.

“Mr. Hughes is so handsome, but his aura is always forbidding. What a waste!”
Maggie rubbed her own arms to keep warm.
Rosalynn just smiled mockingly.
Finally, a taxi passed by. They quickly hailed it and got into the car.
“”Rosalynn, am | remembering it correctly? | feel like Mr. Hughes was also there when | was being bullied by those customers
yesterday.” Maggie scratched her head lightly. “Was it him who sent us to your apartment last night?”
Rosalynn raised her eyebrows. “Weren’t you drunk at that time?”
“Well, yes... | was drunk. But | was not totally passed out.”
Without answering her, Rosalynn just smiled and looked forward.
“So, I’m right? Mr. Hughes did take us to your apartment!” With her eyes wide open, Maggie grabbed Rosalynn’s hand excitedly.
“Oh my God! Come on, tell me! Are you secretly dating him?”
Rosalynn furrowed her brows and touched Maggie’s forehead. Jokingly, she said, “You don’t seem to have a fever, so stop with
all this nonsense.”