My Bossy CEO Husband

Such was the nature of human beings.

When all was said and done, they only really cared about their own interests.

She couldn’t really blame the Torres Group.

They were a huge conglomerate, after all.

What were they supposed to do when Brian was missing? Whatever he had promised them had practically gone up in smoke.

Logically speaking, their actions were perfectly reasonable.

The problem lay on the Hughes Group’s side.

They were in a very precarious situation, with all eyes locked in on their every move.

If Rosalynn just stood by and let the Torres Group terminate a contract that was as good as a done deal, then other companies would surely follow suit.

It just might lead to a full-blown crisis, perhaps the biggest the Hughes Group ever had to face.

Rosalynn made up her mind there and then.

She needed to get that contract back, no matter what.

She read through the information again, more carefully this time, and eventually managed to come up with a solution.

Meanwhile, the reporters had gathered into a flock at the company gates.

Cameras were aimed toward the entrance, pens and notebooks were at the ready, and everyone was on edge, desperate to glean some first-hand information on the incident.

A gust of winter wind blew past the street, prompting everyone to shrink into their coats and huddle closer to each other, even as they continued to discuss the issue.

“The news has been out for hours.

Why hasn’t anyone from the Hughes Group released a statement yet?”

“I’d wager that the company is currently in chaos over Mr.

Hughes’ accident.

”

“Brian Hughes and his wife are both dead.

What kind of statement are you expecting?”

“Do you really think so? Just last night, Mr.

Hughes professed his love for his wife with so much pomp and circumstances.

Apparently, it was her birthday.

The netizens were all over them.

Who could have known that a terrible accident was waiting for them?”

“Alas, what a tragedy.

”

This particular discourse came from the younger female reporters.

Even they had been gushing over the lavish birthday party Brian had thrown for Rosalynn.

Being the naive and bright-eyed romantics that they were, they also yearned for that kind of love.

They were all heartbroken when they ultimately heard about the couple’s passing.

Maybe the heavens had envied the couple’s happiness, and therefore devised to take it away from them for good.

They were still lamenting this unfortunate turn of events when the glass doors of the building finally opened.

Rosalynn strode out with her head held high, flanked by Edwin and several bodyguards on either side.

She was dressed in a black pantsuit that she paired with an apricot overcoat.

Her fine features were calm and serious at the same time.