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.

sister would only be angry at her for feigning her

was busy with

was just another excuse not to

that she would come across Flynn in such a place after

the elevator

filled with the patients’ relatives and

food in their hands, except for

that

moments later, Flynn's phone rang,

noisy, he raised his voice, making it difficult for

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 think that that whore will die after a few days anyway, so just wait a

phone with a cynical

he noticed that everyone was looking

Haven't you heard anyone make a

in her spot.There was no doubt that...The woman whom Flynn called a bitch and whore was her sister- Reese! According

his mistress would get married

was trembling

Flynn at a

was just 18 at that

she endured humiliation from the Wilson

her like that?! Wendy was staring at Flynn with an

happened to see him press the

supposed to go to the top floor, she decided to follow him

and entered without even bothering

walked

she was just right outside, she could hear the muffled sound of a quarrel

did you even do that?! I've served you for 11 years,

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

to do so and instead spoke even

dealing with a private matter? This is none of your business.Go away!"

if you don't want to live with me anymore, I'll make sure that you'll see me with an

bitching for quite a while, yet Wendy still had not heard

more he spoke, the more

no plans of stopping

for a long time.You're no longer as decent as you were before.I'm sure only an old, bald man would

have to peek through the

his foul, rotten voice, she could already

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

what are

I'm going to fuck you! Now that you've asked, 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

"Flynn, stop it!"

I spent so much money so I could fuck you whenever I want.It's only been 11 years, and you haven't paid me back.And now, you're telling