My Bossy CEO Husband

Rosalynn’s expression chilled; she guided Maggie to take a seat, her interest piqued by what Ballard would utter next.

Ballard went on, “The basis of my claim of her cunning lies in the rumors from Wragos.

It was an allegation of her intimate involvement with her superior.

He even dismissed three skilled designers on her account.

What firm would sacrifice so much for an intern? He compromised his integrity for a woman’s favor! But her escapades didn’t end there.

She’s also rumored to have entangled herself with Brian, the head of Hughes Group, thriving like a fish in water.

Just ask around her studio if you doubt.

Moreover, remember the earthquake in Wragos two nights ago? The couple spotlighted in the news were none other than her and another man.

What business does a man and woman have, alone at night in such a forsaken place? Seeking thrills, perhaps? And tragically, her actions led to the man’s demise.

These patterns paint her as a person of questionable morals.

Ladies and gentlemen, a museum stands as a symbol of dignity and purity.

Are you prepared to entrust such a project to a woman of her supposed reputation?”

Ballard’s remarks swiftly ignited public fury.

“No, this won’t stand! We cannot tolerate such a frivolous figure wreaking havoc in the design industry.

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“Absolutely! How can these studios even contemplate such a ploy just to rake in profits? It’s preposterous.

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“Indeed! Should this project fall into such hands, rest assured, there will be an outcry!”

Voices clamored around her.

The crowd was in turmoil, directing their yells at Rosalynn.

Rosalynn compressed her crimson lips, dismissing Ballard’s allegations with ease.

Yet, amidst the clamor, a single truth pierced her composure.

Barlow was gone.

Though not by her doing, his death had etched a permanent scar upon her heart.

Her hands involuntarily tightened into fists.

ALL she aspired to was a life of unremarkable design.

Why did it have to be fraught with hardship?

Why did their animosity invade the territory of her personal life?

Her integrity and down-to-earth demeanor had always been her guiding light, but what would it take to convince these prejudiced onlookers?

In the midst of the turmoil, the door swung open, welcoming a new presence.

A man dressed in a sharply tailored white shirt and black trousers entered, his appearance striking.

His features were so captivating that they seemed to cool the air itself.

Upon his arrival, his commanding presence hushed the gathered crowd.

It was Brian!

What brought him here?

Like all others, Rosalynn’s gaze was riveted on him.

Her pulse quickened as she observed him stride towards her.

Brian approached Rosalynn, taking in her elegant face.

A slight pursing of his lips was his only reaction.

“I’m here now.

It’s going to be okay.

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