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

CEO’s Surrender With You I Can Never Win Chapter 4

Less than an hour later, Finley Keith and Bryan Turner were officially husband and wife.

Before they signed their names on the marriage certificate, Finley had looked up at the tall, slightly grumpy man and said comfortingly, “Don’t worry, you won’t regret this.”

Bryan snorted and grumbled under his breath, “I’m already starting to.”

“I swear, you won’t. I’m so powerful that you won’t need to worry about me. Ha! As your wife, I would even protect you from the wolves in your family.”

As with many other rich and powerful families, the Turner family had some snakes lurking among them.

Bryan dismissed her confident words with a shake of his head and wordlessly signed his name.

After they collected their marriage certificate, Bryan led the way out of the

Civil Affairs Bureau. He walked to

car door for the newly minted Mrs. US

Maybach parked right at the front and opened the

However, Finley made no move to get in..

“You go on home first, I’ll come over once I run this quick errand.”

Then without giving Bryan a chance to say anything, she stood on tiptoe and kissed the man’s cheek.

After that, quick as a flash, she ran away like a thief in the night. As she ran, she yelled out, “See you. in the bedroom, Hubby!”

Dumbfounded, Bryan could only watch as his new wife escaped after that loud announcement.

Bryan felt the curious looks people were giving him and got into the car, stone-faced.

What a troublemaker he’d married.

“I already regret it,” Bryan mumbled and quickly drove off before the urge to follow and find out what that naughty woman had planned overcame his common sense.

By the time Finley arrived at the Keith household, the sky had turned dark and the street lamps were turned on.

The happy family of four gathered at the dinner table, toasting their success at getting rid of the thorn in their side.

Dirk looked at his two daughters proudly while Tina Anderson, his wife, directed the maids to serve dinner. ‘ All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

Before they started eating, Tricia Keith, the oldest daughter held up her glass of wine.

“I’d like to propose a toast. Now that that b*tch is gone, we can live a better life. Here’s to us!”

The four people at the dinner table clinked their glasses and started to eat.

“There’s still one thing though.” Rita Keith, Dirk’s youngest daughter, suddenly spoke up.

“Everyone at school knows about that b*tch’s shameless attempt at seducing our most popular senior. Someone posted on the school’s forum. Now people are even pointing fingers at me saying that because we’re sisters we are the same!”

After that, she glared at Tricia. It was Tricia who came up with that brilliant idea to frame Finley and give the school and their father a reason to get rid of that vixen.

The school would not tolerate promiscuous behaviors and their father valued his reputation and status.

Tricia chuckled and smiled brightly at Rita, “Don’t worry, now that she’s gone, it won’t be long before everyone forgot about that retard.”

Tina Anderson saw Dirk’s face turn ugly at the reminder of Finley’s scandal and hurriedly changed the subject.

“Let’s not spoil our appetite with that hussy. Come, let’s eat.”

Understanding her mother’s cue, Tricia said, “Dad. Have you heard anything from the Turners? Alton Turner is actively searching for someone to become his granddaughter-in-law. Since Rita already has a boyfriend, the position of Mrs. Turner should be mine, right?”

After that, she sent Rita a smug smile.

Rita rolled her eyes and retorted, “It’s just a casual fling. Who knows? The old man may prefer someone younger to marry his precious grandson.”

Tina chuckled, “Whoever Alton picks from among you two will be the envy of everyone in the city. With either one of you as the wife of Bryan Turner, no one will dare to look down on us. Then once a child is born, the Keith family’s inheritance will be ours.”

Tricia and Rita exchange glances, both confident in their ability to win.

Dirk was already celebrating his success. After all, the Turners owed him a favor. He was looking forward to becoming in-laws with one of Capital City’s most powerful families.

“Tina, bring the girls out shopping tomorrow, let’s pay a visit to Alton-”

A loud bang interrupted Dirk’s words and he snapped at the maid that ran in, “What the hell is that? Can’t you see that we’re having dinner?”

“S-sir, it’s… Miss Finley…” Her face white as a sheet, the maid gasped as she tried to catch her breath. to explain.

“Who cares about the b*tch?” Tina shouted. “Her matters have nothing to do with us anymore.” Suddenly, a loud squeaking noise sounded and a large coffin was wheeled into the dining room by a veiled figure dressed from head to toe in black.

“Oh, really? And here I thought this celebratory dinner was for me.”

The figure spoke in a low clear voice, shocking everyone in the room. Tina blanched and thought, “Ghost!”