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My Bossy CEO Husband by Symon Diller

Chapter 162
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Chapter: 162

“What is it?” Dayana probed.

Arya took a deep breath, pretending to summon some courage, before saying, “| saw him about half an

hour ago. He seemed to be drunk, and some woman was escorting him to the lounge.”

Dayana’s face instantly darkened. She turned and strode toward the elevator.

A sinister smile appeared on Arya’s face, but it was gone in the next second. “Please calm down,” she

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called out as she hurried after the other woman.

“Do you know who that woman is?” Dayana asked as she pressed the elevator button.

“If I’m not mistaken, it was Rosalynn.”

Rosalynn?

Dayana frowned and narrowed her eyes at Arya, but said nothing.

Not knowing what that look meant, Arya quickly added, “But maybe | was mistaken.”

Dayana maintained her silence, even as she stepped into the elevator.

Upon hearing the conversation from a corner, Rosalynn had a cold look on her face.

Arya had set her up again!

Arya must be worried that she might lose the cooperation with Chaz and Dayana.

Chaz and Dayana were devoted to each other. No matter how much Dayana liked Rosalynn, she would

definitely condemn her for allegedly seducing her husband.

This way, they would cooperate with Arya and Baxter.

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Arya was truly despicable!

“Here you are, Rosalyn.”

Alice’s voice suddenly came from behind her.

“Hello, Alice. Can |help you with something?”

“My friend was helping with the preparations in the kitchen, and she saw Arya bribe a waiter to put

something in your wine. My friend is aware that you helped me, so she was concerned and wanted me

to tell you.”

Alice was slightly out of breath by the time she finished speaking, as if she had ran all the way here.

Awarm, fuzzy feeling enveloped Rosalynn.