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

Chapter 3

The ugly birthmark, as well as the ugly spots on Finley’s cheek, disappeared, leaving a smooth expanse of fair skin.

Without those flaws, Finley was gorgeous!

Delicately arched brows framed a pair of large eyes that shone. Her nose was straight and her lips were pink and plump.

Other women needed to wear make-up to look beautiful.

Finley needed no such enhancements.

Bryan was dumbstruck at the considerable change. He had seen countless beauties and rejected them.

Yet somehow he was not repulsed by the young woman in front of him.

The phrase innocent seductress came to mind.

Finley confidently allowed Bryan to admire her good looks.

“Does this face meet your high standards, Mr. Turner?”

Bryan deliberately leaned back and studied her deeply. Finley was unlike anyone he’d ever met.

hide her stunning good looks by purposely

those rumors running rampant about

had a sudden urge to get to know the real person beneath

highly trained guards and figure out a way to cure his loss of smell was not a simple

“What if I refuse?”

shoulders, “Then what can I do? We live in a free country. You can do what you like. Of course, I would be free to do what I like too. For example, I’m free to keep

she spoke she put the pink perfume bottle that momentarily restore Bryan’s sense of smell back into

could decide to drop by again tomorrow and say hi. I’m also free to remind you that your security system needs work. Who knows,

got up and made

“Stop right there.”

paused and raised her brow at

in a cold, dark cell while I fix those

fierce face, “Honestly, I’m not. But you can do what you like, I have time. You, on the other hand, do not. You’ll come knocking on

the system in Turner Group’s HQ is similar. I could always go over there to say hi. Also, if I remember correctly, you have a perfume competition to judge tomorrow. I wonder what will

suddenly reached out a hand and wrapped it around Finley’s delicate neck. Then he forced her back flush against the

the thing I hate the most is being threatened?

not struggle. Her calm and equally cold eyes stared back

bold stubbornness, Bryan pushed

woman

as air rushed back into her lungs and