My Bossy CEO Husband by Symon Diller

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It was a huge blow to any man’s pride to kneel before anyone.

Dilan’s eyes turned red. He stood up and charged madly at Rosalynn.

Kyson was shocked at Rosalynn’s strength, but he was still worried about her.

However, Rosalynn was nothing but calm. After a few more rounds of Dilan attacking and her dodging

him, she grabbed him by the arms and subdued him.

Dilan heaved in her hold, his face red and his eyes filled with frustration and shame.

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Rosalynn asked softly, “Do you admit defeat now?”

Dilan didn’t say a word. Rosalynn applied more pressure to his arms, tightening her hold on him.

“Speak up.”

Dilan winced in pain, and finally conceded. “Yes,” he said reluctantly.

“Apologize to him.”

Rosalynn moved him to face Kyson.

Dilan glanced at Kyson and gritted his teeth, refusing to say a word.

“Do you need me to repeat it?”

Rosalynn exerted more force on him.

Dilan grunted, his face turning pale from pain. He forced the words out between gritted teeth, “I admit

defeat. I’m sorry!'”

With the condition satisfied, Rosalynn let him go and brushed nonexistent dirt from her hands.

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Dilan held his aching arms and stared at Rosalynn.

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Several of his teammates came to help him, but Dilan shook them off.

He glared at Rosalynn and spat, “I’ll remember this! Let’s go.”

Their group left. Kyson looked at Rosalynn with eyes shining with admiration.

“That was awesome!”

Rosalynn smoothed her hair and said nonchalantly, “Hmmm… No big deal.”

Back then, when she got involved in a human trafficking incident, Calvert had found her a martial arts

coach to help her learn self-defense.

Calvert later had gotten her all kinds of teachers next, hoping to make her proficient at everything.

Rosalynn was grateful for everything Calvert had given her.

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