CEO’s Surrender: With You, I Can Never Win

Chapter 12

Of course, Bryan would not actually lay a hand on his wife.

Narrowing his eyes at her slightly, he then lowered his head to write a number on her score sheet. Harry’s eyes widened in horror at the glaring number that appeared.

“Sir… Aren’t you afraid that Mrs. Turner will be angry…” Harry trailed off when he realized that Boss. was on the verge of becoming angry with him.

“She asked for it.” Bryan spared Finley a glance. This woman need to pay the price.

“Sorry, Sir.” Harry quickly stepped back.

Out of sight, out of mind….

Anyway, the highest and lowest scores would be removed. Miss Finley will not be badly affected by the Boss’s childish actions.

Maybe Boss just took it as a warning to Miss Finley.

Meanwhile, the judges were put in a difficult position.

On one hand was a brilliant new perfumer with her future in front of her, on the other hand, was a slightly less talented young woman who was rumored to become the wife of a very powerful man. In the end, one brave judge decided to speak up and toss the hot potato to Bryan. “Mr. Turner, we think that Lemon’s perfume would help the whole country to make a shot in the international stage this year. It’s just that Miss Tricia-”

“Has nothing to do with me.” Bryan interrupted the man.

Harry then cleared his throat and said, “Dear judges, please judge according to your professional opinions and not rumors.”

Nodding their understanding, the group lowered their head and wrote down their scores with a clear heart.

Five minutes later, Finley’s score was displayed on the screen and immediately caused a stir.

“10! 10! 9.8! What perfume did that young lady come up with to score so high?”

Soon all the judges’ scores were displayed, with one notable exception.

a staff member run to Bryan and back to the host with a confused expression on her face. She could vaguely guess what

the man, paying attention instead to

didn’t make

“Do

the rumors are false? After all, I don’t think Mr.

“You may be right…”

into her palm, at the speculatively looks the crowds

barely registered it when a big fat zero appeared

was confused, Finley scoffed, unperturbed at the man’s

was…way too

other hand, Tricia

like that vixen? It must be! Otherwise, he wouldn’t give her a zero. Too bad the lowest score

Tricia could only grit her teeth and accept second place. The only consolation she had was that Mr. Turner did not seem to

zero to Finley, announcing her as the winner of the

to the host to accept the trophy, Finley held her head

this is for

onto them would be repaid, bit by painful bit. Bryan looked at the dazzling young woman standing on stage with an indescribable feeling in

Being ignored was… uncomfortable.

a fairy on the moon,

tender smile grazed his lips before it

the oddly curious look in Bryan’s eyes as he was

is mine! Which hole did this

host handed the microphone to

proceeded to drop a bucket of cold water

report that someone in this competition plagiarized their

her words. The host scrambled to think of a reply, “Miss Lemon, that is a

to prove,” Finley interjected, her sharp gaze on Bryan, “I would just like to know if the organizers will take this

quietly but kept his face impassive. Instead, it was Harry who replied on his behalf.

in the audience who found fault with Finley’s actions. “She already won the competition, why is she kicking up such a