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.

to the host with a confused expression

man, paying attention instead to the

believe it? They didn’t make Miss Tricia the

“Do

the rumors are false? After all, I don’t think Mr. Turner would let his

“You may be right…”

nails digging into her palm, at the speculatively looks the crowds were

a big fat

confused, Finley scoffed, unperturbed at the man’s

man was…way

other hand, Tricia

vixen? It must be! Otherwise, he wouldn’t

and accept second place. The only consolation she had was that Mr. Turner did not seem to like

quickly diverted the crowds’ attention from her zero to Finley, announcing her as

the host to accept the trophy, Finley held her

is for

looked at the dazzling young woman standing on stage with an indescribable feeling in his chest. After that

Being ignored was… uncomfortable.

a fairy on the moon,

smile grazed his lips

oddly curious look in Bryan’s eyes as he was focused on that woman and she trembled

screamed inside, “No! Bryan Turner is mine! Which hole did this

as the host handed the microphone to

proceeded to drop a bucket of cold water on Tricia’s

that someone in this competition

words. The host scrambled to think

enough to prove,” Finley interjected, her sharp gaze on Bryan, “I would just like

replied on his

who found fault with Finley’s