His Accidental Wife Is A Secret Tycoon

ity Hall lobby. She tugged her black baseball cap lower, letting the brim cut a sh

all of noise swallowed the miserable arguments

ated hard agai

leather jacket pocket.

rd window number three, hands jammed deep in her pockets. She had spent years building an underground empire, but there was one thing she couldn't buy-a clean, l

s doors, tires screech

dark hair swept back from a face that looked carved from stone. His steel-gray eyes held the permanent chill of someone who had never been told n

tween his eyebrows, a

red his assistant, Arthu

e. "Sir, the overseas merger-" Arthur stopped at t

e. He headed straight for the VIP lane, but two people were screaming at each ot

. He pivoted and strode into the regular line, his height parting

sweating, slamming his thick fi

next to Jaden. The air around

r head slightly, catching only the sharp

es left his mouth, the screaming woman at the velvet rope completely lost it. She grabbed a heavy brass stanchion and hurled it. The sta

rds were swall

es. He pulled prepared identification documents from his in

ar-old proxy her foster parents had hired. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught only the cuff of an expensive custom-tailored suit and a whiff of high-end cedar cologne. Wow, she thought, mildly disgusted.

he scanner, his eyes glued to the frozen screen. He di

rs. It spit out two crisp sheets of paper bearin

d the cheap plastic pen chained to the counter a

toward Jaden. His voice wa

ce dripping from every word. "Once this is done, keep your head down

cap. This proxy old Gus hired was i

," Jaden

cross the paper, and signed her name in sharp, aggres

metal stamp and slammed it

Binding

he warm papers bac

rutal combat training took over. She dropped her center of gravity, her core locking into an immovable wall of muscle. Her heavy combat boots rooted to the tile. Instead of Jaden getting

at his retreating back, a cold, clinical assessment running through

icate, crumpled it into her jacket