My Bossy CEO Husband

It was Flynn! Her brother-in-law! He was at the entrance of the elevator.

For a man who was about 48 years old, his fashion sense was rather unconventional.

He was wearing a fancy flowery shirt.

Funny enough, his bulging belly looked as though it was pulling the buttons of his shirt apart.

Waist down, he was wearing a pair of big casual shorts and flip-flops.

Wendy had seen Luke wear the similar outfit before, and he looked amazing.

Flynn, however, looked vulgar and ugly.  How could Flynn wear such clothes and be confident in public? That was not all.

His head was shaved that it was completely bald, and a gold chain as thick as a finger was hanging on his neck.

Under his armpit was a black designer bag.

Overall, he looked like a nouveau riche.

When her sister first married this guy, Wendy often went to the Wilson family's house to visit her sister Reese.

But one day, Flynn's mother scolded Reese in front of the whole family, berating her for not making money for the family and for being a freeloader who even always brought her sister, another freeloader, over for dinner.

Because of this, Wendy no longer became friendly nor associated herself with Flynn.  Since then, she did not go there as frequently as before.

Even if she did, she no longer ate there with the family in fear of being reproached.

Fortunately, Reese was kind and supportive of her sister.

She even shouldered Wendy's tuition and occasionally gave her allowance.

Time went by, and Wendy had finally turned into a fine lady.

She met with her sister and Flynn together sometimes.

However, she noticed the lascivious way that Flynn looked at her.

It disgusted her.

Reese knew about it and asked Wendy never to go to the Wilson family's house ever again.

Extreme as it may seem, but Wendy knew that her sister was only protecting her.

In all honesty, she had been meaning to contact her sister after returning from abroad.

However, she never seemed to make up her mind.

that her sister would only be angry

was

of course, that was just another excuse not

all, she never expected that she would come across Flynn in

the elevator was

the elevator was filled with the patients’ relatives and friends carrying takeout foods they had bought

in their hands, except

that he did

Flynn's phone rang, and he answered it with

raised his voice, making it difficult for Wendy to ignore

to a child.I've had enough of her! I've been kind enough to keep up with her, but all she’s given me is grief.What an ungrateful woman! Yes, I'll settle the matter successfully this time.I

the phone

he noticed that everyone was looking at him scornfully, he

you heard anyone make a

rooted in her spot.There was no doubt that...The woman whom Flynn called a

and his mistress would get married

trembling

Flynn at

was just 18 at

humiliation from the Wilson family and even suffered

dare Flynn insult her like that?! Wendy was staring

to see him press the

supposed to go to the top floor, she decided

a ward and

followed and walked over to the

she could hear the muffled sound of a

hell.Why did you even do that?! I've served you for 11 years, yet you're still not contented with the life I've given you.And now, you tried to kill

came to the ward where Flynn was and asked him to lower his voice so as not

so

private matter? This is none of

to get a penny when we're divorced.Ha-ha! Even if you don't want to live with me anymore, I'll make sure that you'll see me with an 18-year-old girl.But you...a woman with no education background, no connections, divorced, and infertile.I'll

been bitching for quite a while,

more he spoke, the more

that he had no plans

as you were before.I'm sure only an

peek through the door to see Flynn's

his foul, rotten voice, she could already imagine his

was about to push the door open, she heard people's shrieks and

what are

the more I think of it, the more displeased I am.Damn it! You're just a woman I bought.You're lucky you got to marry me.How dare you threaten me with suicide?! You're such a bitch! Fine! Since you want to get rid of me, I'll divorce you right

"Flynn, stop it!"

years, and you haven't paid me back.And now, you're telling me that you want to leave? Sad to say, but I'm