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 on her face. She could vaguely guess what her silly

the man, paying attention instead to

didn’t make Miss Tricia the

“Do

rumors are false? After all, I don’t think Mr. Turner

“You may be right…”

hands, her nails digging into her palm, at the speculatively looks the crowds were giving

barely registered it when a big

audience was confused, Finley scoffed, unperturbed

man was…way too

the other hand,

not like that vixen? It must be! Otherwise,

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

her zero to Finley,

walked to the host to accept

is

mud that was flung onto them would be repaid, bit by painful bit. Bryan looked at the dazzling young woman standing on stage with an indescribable feeling in his chest. After that smirk she flashed him when her score was announced, the woman had not once looked

Being ignored was… uncomfortable.

was like a fairy on the moon, cold

his lips before it

eyes as he was focused on that woman

Bryan Turner is mine! Which

host handed the microphone to her and asked, “Would you

smiled, accepted the microphone, and proceeded to drop a bucket of

would like to report that someone in this competition plagiarized

heard her words. The host scrambled to think of a reply,

interjected, her sharp gaze on Bryan, “I would just like

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

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