Too Late, Hubby, I'm The Tycoon's Darling Now!

morning, at th

papers with a steady hand

e, Jorge's face tightened, a

nor sent a jolt of

the divorce, but he also hadn't imagined she would end thi

had my assistant transfer the five hundred million dollars to your account. Just w

up from Averie. "Jorge,

e, Jorge grabbed he

y it? What's happening with Rebecca is all for show, just to keep her stepmother c

rie looked him straight in

ught in fortunes for your theaters and amusement parks. I earned every penny of that. And don't forget-you alre

t Averie would dare s

u did years ago was nothing more than luck. Now that Rebecca's here, the Hardy Gro

turned complete

e. "Is that so? Guess we'll find

rs, Averie left the court

stepped outside. She felt she co

den screech jolted he

ard man behind the wheel of a s

ze her i

the gas, sending the car bar

run, but she wa

d. Powerful arms grabbed her and

e ground just as the car sped

e drunk driver wasted no

anger who had shielded her had taken the brunt of the impact.

out from

ed strong arms lifting her, and a low

to the person, comforted by a

us to the hos

, an hour had slipped by. H

found herself staring at a

wn my offer to help with your debts, too proud to accept a favor from me. But you ran straight to Jorge for help. Now, here you are, thre

ard, leaving Averie's eyes

Bryan Flynn, the frie

warfed the assets the Peters fam

void familiar faces, worried that seeing them would stir painful

an's offer to help and walk

o contact her, but each time, she met him

her heart; she simply refused to let Bryan ri

on, Averie couldn't stop the tea

Bryan," sh

his hand. "Is sorry goi

he divorce paper

rie let a tear fall on

I owe you for that. Whateve

Bryan's eyes before he maske

ked, "Averie, what if