My Bossy CEO Husband

“Because of Rosalynn.”
As Brylee mentioned Rosalynn, a momentary glimpse of jealousy flickered in her eyes.
“She’s a manipulative charmer. I can’t stand her,” she divulged, a touch of animosity seeping through.
A light bulb flicked on in Asher’s mind, Leaving him with a newfound understanding.
“Didn’t you lose your job because of Rosalynn? Would you like to seek revenge against her?” Brylee probed, her voice carrying a
hint of intrigue.
Asher was taken aback, but soon, bitterness filled his eyes, and he replied, “Of course I do.”
The humiliation of being fired by S.W. Studio weighed heavily on his heart.
He had been suppressing his anger, bottling it up inside.
“Okay then! I’m getting married to Harlan this Saturday. You must do something for me!” Brylee grinned wickedly. “As Long as
you can tarnish Rosalynn’s reputation, I’ll make sure you reap the benefits.”
As Sanford arrived back at his apartment, the fading light of dusk greeted him.
To his surprise, Maggie was nowhere to be found.
Frowning, Sanford retrieved his phone from his pocket and dialed her number.
With a hint of concern, he asked, “Why aren’t you at home?”
“I’m currently at the hospital with my mother. I won’t be able to return home tonight.”
Sanford’s expression grew serious, consumed by worry. “Is your mother doing alright?”
Maggie’s voice carried a soothing tone as she replied, “Yes, she’s doing fine. Please don’t worry.”
“Alright, take good care of your mother.”
Contemplating the situation, Sanford initiated a transfer of one hundred thousand dollars to Maggie’s account.

“Buy some tonics for your mother. Don’t worry about the cost. If you need anything, just let me know.”
Maggie’s eyes widened as she read the message from the bank, struggling to fully grasp the gesture.
Soon after, a feeling of warmth enveloped her as she received Sanford’s message, deeply touched by his thoughtfulness.
Growing up as the eldest daughter, Maggie had always been taught to be self-reliant and independent, never relying on others
for support.