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

Chapter 250

“Youtuber, please show your face. I will give you 100 thousand dollars as the gift.”

“I will give you 300 thousand dollars if you tell me the address. I would like to meet Mr. Turner and Mr. Davis.”

Finley felt jealous after reading those comments.

They paid 300 thousand dollars to see those two men and only 100 for my showing up in the live broadcast.

Was I so worthless?

After several rounds, Bryan still gained the upper hand in the game.

Andy was angry. He, in his early twenties, was aggressive and longed for victory. How could I lose to this old man?

The game became intense.

Finley walked around with her phone to record the game.

“I started a game. Who will be the winner of this basketball competition? One is for the man in black, and two for the man in white.

Finley enjoyed the live broadcast and didn’t cheer for her husband. This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Bryan noticed the busy Finley, who talked on her phone and ignored him.

Angry, he threw the ball in his hand away and strode to Finley.

The viewers saw Bryan striding toward the Youtuber with anger.

Out of concern, they sent some warnings to Finley.

“Is this an illegal broadcast? You will be doomed. How dare you mess with Mr. Turner?”

“I will pray for you. I hope that you can start your live broadcast again.”

Crack…

The screen suddenly darkened, and there came a loud impact sound.

The viewers still sent their comments online.

“Damn, she is in danger. Shall we call the police?”

“Tough luck. It is difficult to earn money.”

“It turns out to be an illegal broadcast. Serve her right.”

“Finley, 20 years old, died at 3:48 p.m. some day.”

The live broadcast was over.

Finley, in Bryan’s arms, managed to turn off her phone. It was a narrow escape!

So dangerous!

I would be doomed if Bryan found out that I sold him out for money.

“What did you do?” Bryan held Finley by the chin and asked.

Finley shook her head. “I shot videos for you. You were so awesome.”

“Why didn’t you cheer for me? How did I cheer for you when you were in a competition? Is this how you repay me?” Bryan sounded angry.

“It is rude if I don’t return the favor. Please close your eyes,” Finley said in low voice.

Bryan was cooperative because Finley couldn’t break free from his arms.

Finley tiptoed and kissed Bryan on the lips.

Bryan was tall, so Finley, who wanted to leave a kiss on his forehead, failed even if she tiptoed. Satisfied, Bryan opened his eyes, brushed the bangs for Finley, and then rubbed her head. “Good girl.”

Finley felt like a pet. She had soothed her pet dog in the same way.

This display of public affection made Andy, who was holding a basketball, feel jealous.

He quietly walked to his bag and picked up the bottle of water, Bryan had drunk.

Andy took a gulp of water to calm himself down.

Thanks to Finley’s encouragement, Bryan became vigorous as if he had doped