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My Bossy CEO Husband by Symon Diller

Chapter 165
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Chapter: 165

Why should she be responsible for this?

Was he going to use this to blackmail her?

“Rosalynn, what’s happened to that guy?”

Alice walked over to see what was going on.

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Rosalynn just shook her head and shrugged her shoulders.

“Alice, could you please do me another favor? Please get me some medicine and send it to my room. |

need to treat this guy’s wound.”

Obviously, she felt guilty for kicking the man. So, she decided to save his life.

Rosalynn lifted the man to her shoulders and took him back to her room. ©

Under the bright sunlight that passed through the windows, she noticed that the man’s black shirt and

suit pants were damaged. They were also covered with dust and blood.

When she lifted his shirt, several bruises and a knife wound on his abdomen became visible.

Although these wounds shouldn’t be fatal, he would die of excessive blood loss if they weren’t treated

right away.

This man must have fought with someone.

Rosalynn observed the man some more, just in case she missed other details.

His face was a little dirty, but it could be seen that this man’s features weren’t anything ordinary.

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Of course, Rosalynn didn’t care how he looked like. She took off his clothes and began treating him.

Soon enough, Alice brought the medicine over.

Rosalynn thanked her and bound up the man’s wound.

Early the following morning, Brian woke up, suffering from a bad headache.

As he sat up and pressed his aching temples, his memories gradually came back to him.

He remembered that when he was still dancing with Eleanor, he already felt that something was amiss.

Fortunately for him, he managed to keep calm. He sent Eleanor away and went back to his room.

At that moment, he couldn’t care less about who was behind the plot. He just wanted to take a cold

shower.