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My Bossy CEO Husband by Symon Diller

Chapter 1317
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Chapter: 1317

Frowning, Rosalynn was about to approach when Doreen stumbled towards

Keegan.

In the blink of an eye, Doreen threw herself into Keegan’s arms, clinging to him like an octopus.

Keegan struggled to free himself, but she held on even tighter. Rosalynn sighed, rubbing her forehead,

and hastened her pace.

Inside the booth, Deanna’s face flushed from the effects of alcohol. Witnessing Doreen’s behavior, she

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shouted, “Doreen, let him go!”

“Keegan is mine!” Doreen squeezed Keegan tightly, her smile taunting Deanna.

“That’s not true! He doesn’t have feelings for you. Release him!” Deanna stood up, attempting to

forcefully pull Doreen away.

“Stop her,” Doreen commanded the two bodyguards.

The men in black nodded and obstructed Deanna‘s path.

Filled with anger, Deanna pushed the bodyguards with all her might, but they remained unmoved.

Instead, she stumbled from intoxication.

Doreen turned around, a smug smile playing on her Lips as she stood on tiptoe, pouting for a kiss from

Keegan.

But he quickly dodged, avoiding her advances.

Deanna’s eyes widened in anger, her frustration growing.

Looking around, she noticed a bottle and, fueled by her drunken state, shouted at the bodyguards, “Get

Lost!“

The tall, strong bodyguards remained unmoved, further fueling Deanna’s rage.

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She flung the bottle at one of them in a fit of fury, but he deftly evaded it, skillfully twisting her wrist in

the process.

The bottle crashed to the floor, and Deanna let out a cry of pain. “Ouch! It hurts! Let go of me! My hand

is going to break!”

Just then, a slender figure swiftly approached.

She picked up the fallen bottle and forcefully smashed it against the bodyguard’s head.

There was a loud bang as the bottle shattered into countless pieces. The bodyguard screamed in

agony, releasing his grip on Deanna and clutching his injured head.

Deanna’s strength wavered, and she nearly lost her balance, barely managing to steady herself by

grabbing hold of the nearby table.