My Bossy CEO Husband

Hearing Asher’s confession, Barlow looked surprised.
Rosalynn had been trafficked?
“Rosalynn, we beg your forgiveness.”
“We didn’t do anything, Rosalynn.”
The two designers managed to get to their feet.
Nothing?
If not for her knowledge of acupuncture, she would have fallen victim to these men.
Rosalynn’s lips thinned as she regarded them with icy detachment.
“Brylee is despicable. Rosalynn, don’t you want to retaliate?” Barlow asked suddenly.
Rosalynn glanced at him. “Do you have any suggestions?”
A wicked grin spread across Barlow’s face as he strolled over to Asher, pulling out a small bottle from his pocket.
The dinner party was about to commence. Seated in the dressing room, touching up her makeup, Brylee was somewhat
distracted.
She was confident that Asher had executed her plan flawlessly.
Everyone would soon witness Rosalynn’s disgrace.
There was a knock at the door, and a waiter entered.
“Mr. Boyd has requested your presence in the lounge on the second floor.”
Mr. Boyd?
Asher must have completed the task and wanted her to witness the outcome.

A flicker of excitement Lit up Brylee’s eyes. She rose from her seat and exited the dressing room, following the waiter to a lounge
on the second floor.
The waiter held the door open for her, and Brylee stepped inside.
With the door now closed behind her, Brylee found the room shrouded in darkness. She fumbled for the wall Lamp and switched
it on.
“Asher, are you in here?”