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My Bossy CEO Husband by Symon Diller

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Upon hearing Selina’s suggestion, Kyson considered it and saw no issue.

He held a wish that the relationship between his beloved ones would be harmonious, not strained.

“Alright, I’ll go tell Lyndon,” he agreed.

“Hold on,” Selina interjected.

“Kyson, make sure Lyndon remains unaware that it is I who summons him. He might refuse to come if

he knows. Also, once he arrives, find a reason to leave us alone. I don’t want you here. It would be

awkward for me if he and I don’t have a pleasant talk.”

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Kyson paused, mulling over her request. He surmised that perhaps Selina’s shyness was the reason

behind her instructions, so he nodded in agreement and left to fetch Lyndon.

Selina watched him go with a smile, thinking how easily Kyson trusted her.

She quickly texted Ivy, “Come upstairs now.”

Elsewhere, in the banquet hall, Rosalynn and Karina were engrossed in a discussion about an

upcoming television series.

Karina added Rosalynn to a chat group teeming with directors and producers.

The group was abuzz about the director Brewster Riley, celebrated for his expertise in crafting such

dramas.

Karina shared that securing his involvement had taken considerable effort.

“Rosa, we’re holding auditions soon. If you’re available, why not join me?” Karina invited.

Rosalynn arched an eyebrow, intrigued.

“Okay. Will the shooting be in Skrix?”

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“Yes,” Karina confirmed.

“Skrix is a picturesque locale, perfect for urban drama. Moreover, Skrix Art Institute’s reputation

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precedes it.

The lead roles and the second lead are already cast. Brewster is looking to scout fresh talent for the

remaining parts at the Institute.”

Rosalynn nodded, her knowledge of the industry limited yet aware that Skrix Art Institute’s drama and

dance departments had national acclaim, often scouted by directors for fresh talent, producing several

celebrated actors.

As their conversation flowed, a stir broke out at the entrance of the banquet hall.

“Hey, check that out!”

“Oh my goodness! What’s happening? Is this too audacious?”

“Hmm, they do seem somewhat familiar.”

The hotel’s projector was displaying a video at that moment.