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

CEO’s Surrender With You I Can Never Win Chapter 137

“The woman I chose is the most outstanding one in the world. She is not only my private doctor but

also

my wife. If you want her to respect you, please don’t forget yourself first.”

The hand on Finley’s waist was a little warm. Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

This experience was new for Finley, but she loved it.

Bryan might just need her for the time being.

“Oh, I think Miss Keith won’t forget herself. Will you?” Vickie looked at Finley with contempt.

She called Finley Miss Keith instead of Mrs. Turner.

Vickie had done some research on Finley but refused to admit her as Mrs. Turner.

“Old witch, you are wrong. I will always have my way. Since you call me Miss Keith, you don’t recognize me as Mrs. Turner. If so, I think old witch fits you well,” Finley leaned against Bryan and said arrogantly.

“You. “Vickie’s twisted for anger.

Bryan curved his lips into a sneer.

How sharp-tongued this girl was!

“Old witch, my husband and I can’t wait to enjoy our honeymoon. Then, see you. Remember that you have my sympathy for earning money for us.”

“Girl, don’t shoot off your mouth. The Turner family isn’t the paradise you imagine.” Vickie clenched her fists, looking a bit embarrassed.

“I am not that naïve.”

Finley and Bryan boarded the plane arm in arm without looking back.

The couple sat down in the plane.

They fastened their seat belts.

Finley told Harry to bring her a bottle of water.

She felt thirsty for the disputation with Vickie.

She took a few sips of the water and felt the intense gaze.

Bryan crossed his arms and stared at Finley intently.

“Is there anything on my face?” After drinking the water, Finley wrung the bottle cap, tilted her head, and asked.

“Rumor has it that you are timid, self-abased, and good for nothing. However, you are growing quite different from it.”

Bryan could no longer hide his admiration for Finley.

“So, don’t listen to others, and see with your own eyes.”

“Yes.” Her words made sense.

It would take more than ten hours to arrive in Country Y.

There was a lounge on the piane. In the lounge, there was a king-sized bed. Next to the lounge, there

was a pantry with all kinds of food and fruit.

Finley found this plane more comfortable than the first-class cabin.

Out of boredom, Finley chatted with the man beside her.

“Tell me the truth, are you really going abroad for a business trip? Is there anything else?” Finley was

curious.

“For our honeymoon,” Bryan replied.

“With whom?”

“Who’s sitting next to me?” Bryan smiled.