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

CEO’s Surrender With You I Can Never Win Chapter 14

The revelation rang out like a thunderclap in her ear.

Tricia’s eyes widened in horror.

“You-”

“Miss Keith, I hope you could just harder with your own efforts in the future. Copying other people’s recipes will not get you anywhere. How about this? When you want to learn more, my door is always open. I don’t mind teaching you.”

Before Tricia could retort, Finley had turned away and left. Some reporters left, following behind the new champion but others stayed and continued taking pictures of her pathetic appearance.

A cameraman accidentally stepping on her hand snapped her back to her senses. With a loud roar, she lurched to her feet and rushed at Finley.

This time, Finley did not even bother to turn around.

Two bodyguards in black suits blocked Tricia’s path.

“Miss Keith, please cooperate and leave the venue now.” NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

“NO!” Tricia moved to go around the men but was instantly captured.

She struggled to get out of their hold.

“That woman is an imposter! Let me go! I will tear that b*tch’s mask off!”

“Miss Keith, please watch your words. The Annual Fragrance Competition is a reputable event. Not just anyone can enter. Are you accusing us of not doing our jobs now?”

The other guard snorted, “Well, we did let this one in.”

The first bodyguard grimaced slightly, “True… This won’t happen again.”

Meanwhile, Tricia was trying to digest the fact that her ugly half-sister was a beautiful and talented perfumer.

No! Impossible!

That b*tch must be wearing a mask or have gone for plastic surgery!

While Tricia was forcibly kicked out of the venue, Finley calmly entered the banquet hall for the celebratory dinner and accepted a glass of wine. She casually glanced at the man staring at her with dark unfathomable eyes and looked away without a change in expression.

She acted like she didn’t see him!

Finley found a corner to sit down, casually placing the solid gold trophy on the table in front of her.

Soon, people approached her, toasting and congratulating her on her success.

Within moments, Bryan could barely see the woman through the thick crowd.

Little did he know, he had an equally large entourage around him, eager to get close. If not for the guards keeping people back as well as the extremely cold aura he was radiating, He would be even more popular than Finley.

“Why the long face?”

A young and attractive man sidled up to Bryan and casually slung his arm around his shoulders.

Finley saw the man’s movements out of the corner of her eye and tilted her head slightly. She knew from her investigations that Bryan hated physical contact.

So who was this person?

To be let through by the guards dare to act too intimately…

Finley mentally smacked herself.

Of course!

Once more, Finley cursed herself for missing this detail when she launched her plan.

Why did none of her reports state that Bryan Turner preferred men?

How was she supposed to seduce the fellow and get a baby from him now?

A tiny frown appeared on her forehead and she excused herself from her fans.

“What are you looking at?” The young man asked Bryan with a gossipy look on his face.

Suddenly, he gasped and grabbed onto Bryan’s arm dramatically.

“Bryan! I think I’m in love!”

Bryan’s lips twitched and he surreptitiously shook off the man’s hand as he reached for his wine and took a sip.

Undeterred, the man patted his thigh excitedly and then gestured with his wine glass when Bryan turned his head.

“Look! She’s perfect!”

Bryan followed his line of sight and his face darkened.

“Forget it.”

Confused, the young man, Calvin Thomas, asked, “Why? Do you know her”

Bryan did not bother to answer and merely drank his wine.

Calvin Thomas pouted and dramatically sighed, “Don’t let me that goddess is one of your many admirers… How many ladies have you fend off by using me as a shield this year?”

Then the young man suddenly stood up, “Well, not this time, Bro. I refuse to sacrifice my future happiness for your sake.”

Bryan quickly grabbed the impulsive young man’s arm to stop him, Calvin looked at Bryan in askance.

Then he complained, “Mr. Turner, you look jealous. If I didn’t know any better I’d assume you were jealous of me… Wait, it can’t be that you actually have feelings for me, right?”

Bryan frowned at Calvin’s wild imagination but before he could answer, Calvin slipped out of his grasp and ran toward Finley.

Before he disappeared, he even said, “Sorry, I don’t swing that way!”

Meanwhile, Finley had been observing the duo.

At one point, Finley shook her head with a sigh. The young man had extremely good looks and an air of nobility about him. He looked like he belonged on the runway and those perfect features.

belonged on the cover of a magazine.

It was no wonder Bryan would be attracted to him!

When the young man suddenly stood up with a determined expression on his face and made a beeline in her direction, Finley sat up straighter.

Did the little lover find out that Bryan was married? Was he coming over to confront her?

He certainly looked upset and Bryan even tried to stop him.

“But I didn’t know!” Finely wailed silently.

She braced herself as the young man stopped in front of her.

“Hello, Beautiful.”

Stunned, Finley blinked at the handsome young man.

Calvin took it as a sign of interest when the gorgeous lady did not ask him to get lost. Happily, he sat next to her and smiled.

Dazed, Finley did not know what to say when the man smiled so brightly at her.

Then she came to her senses.

Bryan’s lover must be here to declare war on me!

Instantly on alert, she plastered a wide smile on her face and extended her hand, “Finley Keith, nice to meet you.”

Calvin’s eyes brightened and thought, “What a straightforward woman!”

He shook her hand and said teasingly, “I saw you looking over just now. Do you know who I am?”

Finley’s guess was not far off. Calvin Thomas was a famous top model domestically and internationally.

“Of course.”

Calvin smiled and took a sip of wine.

“I know that you are Bryan Turner’s lover.”

Calvin choked on his wine and almost spat it out.

Finley calmly handed the red-faced man a piece of napkin.

“Don’t worry I don’t judge you for your feelings.”

Calvin’s eyebrows furrowed as he stopped choking, “But we are not…”

He looked at her and asked, “Who told you about this?”

Finley observed his expression and felt that something was wrong.

“Why? Could it be that you’re not his lover?”

“No, I’m,”

“Calvin Thomas”

A low warning sounded from behind them and Calvin jolted in shock.

Then before with of them could say another word, a large hand had grabbed the back of Calvin’s collar and dragged him away like a naughty puppy

Dumbfounded, Finley could only stare helplessly as the young man pleaded with his eyes to save

him