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My Bossy CEO Husband by Symon Diller

Chapter 195
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Chapter: 195

But if he were truly a gentleman, why would he embrace another woman’s waist?

Rosalynn was on the verge of speaking the truth but hesitated. She contemplated whether she should

caution Maggie.

However, she harbored concerns that it might merely be a misinterpretation. What if the outcome

proved contrary to her assumptions?

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As Rosalynn mulled over her concerns, the door swung open.

A client arrived to discuss business matters, and the front desk personnel welcomed the visitor.

The customer, a middle-aged woman in her forties, donned modest attire and sought to refurbish a

house located in the suburbs.

When asked if she had a preferred designer, the woman shook her head.

Per the studio’s guidelines, clients who proactively sought consultation were allocated a designer

through a distribution system. Thus, the receptionist introduced the middle-aged woman to an

appropriate designer.

“Asher, are you available? We have a client seeking help with her home’s decoration.”

Asher glanced up, adjusting his glasses to conceal the contempt in his eyes.

“Apologies, but | just scheduled an appointment with another client. I’m about to head out.”

In truth, he found the prospect unappealing.

The plainly dressed woman, living in the suburbs, likely wasn’t affluent.

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She represented a tedious and unprofitable client.

He didn’t think she was able to afford the design.

He preferred to avoid such business.

“What about Elton?” the receptionist asked again.

“Sorry, my client will arrive shortly.”

“And Louis?”

“Can’t you see I’m swamped?”

The receptionist inquired of a couple of individuals, who both craftily concocted excuses to decline.

With a stoic countenance, the middle-aged woman declared, “it appears your studio’s designers are

swamped with work. | shall take my business elsewhere.”