CEO’s Surrender: With You, I Can Never Win

CEO’s Surrender With You I Can Never Win Chapter 32

Bryan remained calm.

“I want to test your determination. Moreover, I want to talk about the treatment of my sense of

smell.”

Finley narrowed her eyes and stared at Bryan for a moment. Bryan didn’t change his expression, so Finley said, “I can cure you. 4 million, please. Moreover, I want to go back to college.”

“Deal,” Bryan said without hesitation.

Finley nimbly jumped off the bed. She looked back at the door as something came up to her mind. Then, she said, “I’m afraid I can’t live in the room downstairs anymore. I will move to the room next

to yours.”

After that, Finley left carelessly when Bryan looked at her with shock.

In less than five minutes, Bryan heard a noise outside the door of his bedroom.

Finley said, “Be careful. The stuff in the box is precious. Mr. Turner will be sad if anything bad happens to them.”

Finley strutted in borrowed plumes.

Bryan shook his head helplessly, but a rare smile flashed across his eyes.

He took out his mobile phone and called Harry. “Transfer 5 million to Finley’s bank

account immediately. Also, about her college…”

Finley was busy bossing around the servants to move her stuff into the walk–in closet. There came a message when Finley walked into the spacious and cozy guestroom.

Finley took her phone out and found that she had received five million in her bank account. RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

The money came from the private bank account of Bryan.

Finley had stared at the number in surprise for a long time, confirmed that she didn’t misread it, and then put her phone away carefully.

Why did Bryan have given Finley an additional one million? Out of guilty?

Never mind. Finley didn’t spend too much time on these questions. She accepted this windfall as pocket money from Bryan happily.

Finley felt at ease.

With both hands behind her back, Finley looked around the room with satisfaction.

Finley loved the hue of this guestroom, which was completely different from that of Bryan’s room

next door.

Finley tucked herself in on the soft bed and looked at the chandelier above her head.

What had just happened flashed back to Finley.

To be honest, Bryan was good at kissing. Finley felt it a pity that Bryan was a gay.

Well, nothing was perfect in this world!

With a lot of thoughts in her mind, Finley soon fell asleep.

The sun rose again.

Finley woke up early in the morning and received a message from Capital University.

Bryan was the most powerful man in this city. He could get whatever he wanted easily.

To express her gratitude to Bryan, Finley made breakfast for him personally. This was the first time that Finley cooked.

The kitchen became messy because of Finley.

Bryan smelt something burnt when he came downstairs after washing up.

Confused, Bryan saw the messy Finley come out of the kitchen with something black on the plate.

“Honey, morning!” Finley looked at Bryan proudly, wiped her dirty nose, and said, “Come, have breakfast! I made it for you myself!”

Bryan glanced at the plate on the table and had a bad feeling.

He was afraid that the food on the table would be life–threatening.

“What’s wrong?” Finley looked at Bryan with confusion and then turned to the table. “They are eatable though they don’t look good. They must taste good.”

Finley was confident.

Bryan looked at her with doubt. “You want to murder your husband, don’t you?”

“No!” Finley blinked her innocent big eyes. “I can go to school again. To thank you, I made the first breakfast in my life.”

Bryan wore a distasteful expression, so Finley gritted her teeth. “For your sake, I will eat first.” After that, Finley braced herself to pick up one burnt toast and took a bite of it.

“Oh…” In less than three seconds, Finley squatted in front of a trash can and retched. The smell of burning and the excessive salt tortured her taste buds.

Finley felt that she had been to hell and back.

Bryan looked at the back of the poor Finley, shook his head with a smile, and then left.

The servants stood transfixed with shock.

Their boss had smiled! He actually knew how to smile!

Their eyes must have deceived them!

Noticing that Bryan had left, Finley got up, ran after her husband, and took out a bottle of perfume from her pocket.

“Honey, wait!”