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My Bossy CEO Husband by Symon Diller

Chapter 222
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Chapter: 222

Brian was just a shallow man; she knew it.

“I’m not that shallow,” Brian muttered as he tossed the tube of ointment into the bag.

For some reason, Rosalynn thought she heard a trace of embarrassment in his voice.

It occurred to her then that just a few hours ago, she had indeed called him a shallow man in a

roundabout way.

Was this his misguided way of showing her that she was wrong?

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His efforts were quite pointless, and she was still suspicious of his motives. But Rosalynn thought it

was cute of him to go to such lengths.

Then came a frantic rapping at the car window, breaking the comfortable silence inside the car.

Rosalynn looked up and saw Carson.

“Stay in the car,” Brian said, his entire demeanor turning cold in the blink of an eye.

He opened the door on his side and got out to face Carson.

“What happened?” Carson was already aware that Brian had bailed Rosalynn out. Needless to say, he

was a little uneasy about this development.

That woman was just a designer. Why would Brian come to the police station himself and settle the

matter on her behalf?

“Are you the one who hired the thugs?” Brian had a looming figure and a domineering aura, and he

didn’t like to mince his words.

Carson instinctively ducked his head and quickly tried to clear his name. “Those men aren’t thugs.

They’re just regular laborers looking for work. They were hired to work at the construction site.”

Without warning, Brian landed a solid kick on Carson’s abdomen.

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“How dare you lie to my face? You used inferior materials and used Hughes Group’s money to fill your

own pocket. You think I don’t know?”

Carson fell to the ground and spat out a mouthful of blood.

He covered his chest with his arm in pain.

“You’ve got it all wrong! | didn’t pocket any money. | only did it to save Hughes Group’s money!”

Brian sneered and shook his head. He took out his phone and made a call. “Aldrich, it’s me.”

“Brian, is there something | can help you with?”

“Your cousin, Carson Moran, is in charge of the construction team of Hughes Group, right?”