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.

back to the host with a confused expression

attention instead

you believe it? They didn’t make

“Do

think Mr. Turner would let his fiancée be embarrassed like

“You may be right…”

palm, at the speculatively looks the crowds were

a big fat zero

was confused, Finley scoffed, unperturbed at

man was…way too

the other hand,

like that vixen? It must be! Otherwise, he wouldn’t give her a zero.

The only consolation she had was that Mr. Turner did not seem to like the champion. So, she

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

host to accept the trophy, Finley

this is for

woman standing on stage with an indescribable feeling

Being ignored was… uncomfortable.

a

smile grazed his lips before

in Bryan’s eyes as he

“No! Bryan Turner is mine! Which

to her and asked, “Would you like to say a

accepted the microphone, and proceeded to drop a bucket of cold water

that

the audience. Even the judge frowned when they heard her words. The host scrambled to think of a reply, “Miss Lemon, that is a very serious accusation.

on Bryan, “I

who replied on his behalf. “Of course, Miss Lemon. Turner

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