My Bossy CEO Husband by Symon Diller

Chapter 1502

Ballard, catching the insinuation, was briefly taken aback before erupting into mirthless laughter.

“Your wife has already wreaked havoc on my daughter, what good is a corporation then? Everyone, we

must stand united and not cower before might. Do not become the underlings of the Hughes Group!”

Brian’s good-looking face wore a chilly expression.

“Birds of a feather flock together. Is it any surprise that your daughter Brylee’s a bit crazy, just like her

father? Edwin, it seems Mr. Morgan could do with a psychiatric assessment.”

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“Right away, Mr. Hughes!” Edwin responded with conviction, stepping decisively in front of Ballard and

escorting him from the conference room.

Ballard’s entourage attempted an intervention, but Edwin’s strength was unmatched.

“Let me go! Brian Hughes, your audacity knows no bounds! You were merely a twinkle in your father’s

eye when I was building my empire!”

Ballard’s protest was loud and fierce.

“Noisy,” Brian said coldly.

He signaled silently, and Edwin promptly gagged Ballard with a towel, removing him from the room.

The door’s slamming severed Ballard’s tirades from the silent space.

A hush descended as Brian’s gaze swept over those assembled.

“Does anyone else dispute my wife’s legitimacy?”

The message was crystal clear. Witnessing Ballard’s forceful removal served as a stern warning to

them all.

Companies with ties to Hughes Group wasted no time.

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“We hold no objections. We respect the judges’ decision.”

“Indeed, Mrs. Hughes is a truly exceptional designer.”

“It’s a rarity to find someone as altruistic as Mrs. Hughes in design.”

The room’s tone shifted as flattery flowed towards Rosalynn.

Rosalynn could only sigh internally at the flattery.

Business allies were fickle.

Moments prior they were up in arms against her, now they couldn’t sing her praises loud enough.

She wondered, if they knew she was now Brian’s ex-wife, what their expressions would be?

With this thought, Rosalynn got rid of Brian’s grip on her hand.