CEO’s Surrender With You I Can Never Win

Chapter 18

It was ten o’clock in the evening, and this was the Turner’s mansion.

Finley hadn’t come home yet.

Harry walked into the living room with a report and then handed it to Bryan.

“Mr. Turner, the information you want is here.”

Harry looked sad. “Twenty years ago, Dirk abandoned his wife, Tina, and two daughters. Then, he

married the mother of Mrs. Turner for his business.

When Mrs. Turner was ten years old, her mother died of illness suddenly. Soon Dirk remarried his ex- wife, and his business developed like the sun at high noon. Meanwhile, the Keith family abused Mrs. Turner for her appearance.

According to the investigation, Dirk has made a distinctive change in his perfumes. It is possible that he appropriates the formulas of perfume from the late Mrs. Keith to himself. On that day you received a proposal, Mrs. Turner had known a lot of misfortunes. She got expelled from the college. and then almost got rap’d by many men…”

Harry sighed with sympathy, “Alas, I feel sorry for Mrs. Turner.”

Harry didn’t like Finley, who kept pestering his boss.

However, he sympathized with this poor woman after learning of her miserable life.

Harry felt sorry for Finley who was only 20 years old but had suffered a lot of miseries.

read the report while listening to Harry. Now, he

the space between his eyebrows, and

“Yes, Mr. Turner.”

with an ugly birthmark on

for the shock, “Mrs., Mrs. Turner,

put on her

used to her disguise.

the living room, shot one glance at Bryan, and then walked

Bryan said in

and looked at Bryan expressionlessly. “Save your breath, Mr. Turner.

servants, including Kate, who was close to Finley, were

this doctor was

of them dared to

pulled a long face and said

stopped

bumped into a brawny chest for a pull on her

voice. Finley found herself sitting on Bryan’s lap when recovering from

the waist, and she wrapped his neck

were intimating

the room covered their

cold and abstinent boss had pulled a woman into

is wrong with you?” Wasn’t