The Timid Wife Is A Ruthless Boss

y's Manhattan penthouse. The harsh glare of the crystal chan

clear, she collided with Coll

ina teacup down on the s

. Her voice was smooth, but the underlying tone was designed to

or. Her fingers found the hem of her cheap, shapele

ay was delayed," Isla mumbled, her

e. Jaylene appeared, wearing a custom-fit

at her. She looks like a discount nanny who

the side, perfectly executing the role of the bro

s study. He wore his usu

aid. He walked over and handed Isla a glass of ora

sure her fingertips trembled

tomach churned with disgust. She knew exactly how many

arrived downstairs," the but

ted. The arrogant sneers vanished, repl

t Isla a ve

th. "That's the only reason a piece of tra

treating into the darkest corner of the living room, pres

ator chimed. The

ing autumn air in with him. His presence was a physi

ng so wide it looked painful. He extended

sweeping gaze bypassed Jimmie and scanned the m

ows. She stopped exactly half a meter away from him

d his eyes at her pathetic posture. Yet, pure instinc

e moment her palm touched his suit jacket, both o

m. She pointedly directed Isla to a chair at the far end of the table,

Collette. He pulled out the

tone left zero room for argument. He sha

le. But facing the CEO of Coffey Group, she

. Halfway through the main c

offee runs at your friend Kristy's little PR fi

letting her fork clat

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e went perfectly still against the porcelain. He s

dangerously low, a dark rumble that commanded the entire room. "Speak to

rom her hands, clattering loudly onto her pl

ss's shirt a tiny, desperate tug. She looked up at him with

nd grabbed her wrist. His grip was bruising, sending a

ss stood up, citing an early international con

king garage, away from the Morales family's eyes

opposite ends of the leather bench. The air between the

es, leaning his head

clutch. She pulled out a sleek, black smartpho

timid, frightened girl vanished. Her

ashed on the screen: Freya. Verve's autumn