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

CEO’s Surrender With You I Can Never Win Chapter 20

Finley bumped into the cold and hard wall with her back and shouted in pain, “Bryan, what’s wrong with you?”

Bryan’s sharp gaze fell on Finley’s pale face caused by pain. Bryan asked in a cold voice, “Last night…”

“Last night?” Finley frowned with confusion.

Wasn’t it Bryan who had told the servants to send her luggage to the guest room last night?

Why did Bryan look indignant as if Finley had owed him something?

Bryan looked like that he had a lot to complain.

Bryan frowned as something came up to him. He let go of Finley’s wrist and changed the subject. “Where are you going?”

Finley leaned against the wall and moved aside. “I got a job. I will go to see my patient.”

Bryan turned cold. “What about me?”

He sounded dissatisfied.

Angry, Finley answered, “You don’t trust me, do you? You may find Dr. Miracle from the Doctors’ Alliance. However, my schedule is full, and you may get the chance to see me next year.”

After that, Finley deliberately said, “Since you are my husband, I will give you the privilege to jump the queue. I will charge you 5 millioni in total for this privilege and treatment.”

Bryan stared at Finley coldly and said in a low voice, “Do you like money that much?”

“Who will hate money?” Finley smiled like a cunning fox. “What’s more, I’m talking to you as Dr.

Miracle now. I cure you, and you pay the fees. A fair deal, isn’t it?”

Bryan pursed his lips and remained silent. Finley took a step closer. “Expensive? That’s my value. Since you are my husband, I will give you 20% off. 4 million! What do you think?”

Bryan was speechless.

How could there be such a sharp-tongued woman in the world? This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Her speech was irritating, but Bryan didn’t get mad at all.

Bryan took out a limited edition black card from his wallet and held it between his two fingers. “Is this enough?”

This was a black card without limit, and it was a symbol of noble status.

Finley moved after one glance at the card.

She took the black card, scrutinized it in her hand, and felt the smell of money from it. Then, Finley gave the card back to Bryan. “When I am rich, I will get ten cards like this and fulfill my promise that

is I will provide for you and take you under my wing.”

Finley looked conceited.

Then, the little girl walked away. “Honey, remember to transfer 4 million to my bank account. I will treat you tonight after I come home!”

Bryan stood there, looking at her back, and his face turned livid.

Finley left the Turner’s mansion, hailed a car, and then read the report about her patient today.

This patient had paid 2 million to jump a queue.

Finley read carefully.

Instantly, she beamed.

What a coincidence! The patient was her arch enemy!

Interesting!

This would be a memorial day for Finley.