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

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Chapter 115

“Hello…” Finley pretended to be calm.

Allison patted Finley on the shoulder and said, “Finley, take your time. I have something at hand, so see

you tomorrow.”

Allison slipped away when Finley was still on the phone.

“Where are you?” Bryan’s voice was cold and creepy.

Finley could not help but shiver with fear. However, she still kept her pride and said, “Downtown. What’s

the matter?”

“Come home, now,” Bryan ordered in a cold voice.

Finley scratched her head and said, “What’s wrong with you? I made a mistake in my last call. Sorry.”

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Bryan hung up the phone.

Finley held her phone in confusion.

Why did Bryan suddenly hang up? Why did the devil get angry again?

Finley wandered on the street with her cell phone in her hand.

Suddenly, black cars blocked the road.

The license plates of these cars belonged to the same series. This blockage was a speculator

scene.

Finley craned her neck to see what was going on.

Finley was in the middle of the blockage and had no way to escape.

A familiar black Maybach stopped in front of her.

Then, the door was open.

A pair of black leather shoes appeared. Then, a man in a black suit showed up with his thin lips pursed,

looking like a king.

The man was elegant and domineering, so nobody could ignore him.

Finley stood where she was, and the man got all her attention.

Bryan stopped before Finley, stared at her, and asked, “Will you leave with me?”

“I… no.” Death might lay in ambush if Finley went home with Bryan now.

“Then I’ll make the choice for you.” Bryan sounded cold and creepy.

Before Finley fled, her arm was grabbed by a strong hand.

Bryan thrown Finley into the car as if Finley was a puppy.

The imaginable softness was nowhere to see.

Finley felt indignant for this violence.

Finley hit the backseat on her head and frowned for the pain.

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Then, Bryan got in the car and forced Finley into a corner.

There was little room left, so Finley had to huddle up awkwardly.

“You pretended to be a boy to hit on women and called me Uncle. Now, people think that I have a

boyfriend…” Bryan held the car window with one hand and confined Finley in a small corner.

Finley bit her lips and rolled her eyes. “I didn’t do it on purpose.”

“Funny, huh?” Bryan asked patiently.

“Yes.” Finley blurted out.

Finley felt great that she had fooled Tricia today.

“You should pay the price.” Bryan narrowed his eyes.

Then, a strong palm grabbed Finley’s chin.

When the handsome face was close enough, Finley felt a warm breath on her face.

“I have an idea to stop you from blackening my name in the future.” Bryan lifted up Finley’s chin and

made Finley see only his face.

“I…” Finley couldn’t finish her answer.

Her lips were covered by his. Bryan held Finley around her waist and pulled her against his chest.

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