My Fake Husband Is A Zillionaire

f her damp blazer and went straight for

n," she said. "Rework the financia

ver or offer useless advice. Instead, he went into the kitchen, and a fe

that led to the small balcony, stepped

elcome contrast to the heated emotion of the last few hours. He stood the

ed before the fi

st?" Axel's voice exploded through the

Your mother has been breathing down my neck so har

g for you." Axel was on a roll now, his grievances pouring

I know what you're capable of. Handlin

tled into something closer to smug. "

you to do some

ge was gone from his voice. "Alr

ed mo

n within hours. He'd be tracked down and dragged back home before he could blin

out there? Send me the account details.

ry. "But the money isn't for me. I need you t

ngering on his lips. Then he slid the g

row furrowed in concentration, but the slump in

r, reaching out to every potential investor she could think of. And

ndoubtedly mad

ense shoulders, and he began to knead the tight knots o

run yourself into the ground, and it won't bring Sterling an

wait and hope. Jennings has blacklisted me with half the

or will open that you hav

o look up at him. "You're very optimistic for

fast re

ghost of a smile tugged at

shoulder. "I saved you dinner. Eat first

e to do this,"

right. I

, her expression unreadable. Then s

. When she was finished, she se

said. "For today.

. "Get so

Axel Stone was staring at a wire transfer authorization f

hattering, awe-inspiring move that a man lik

his voice tonight, he

iend was clearly in over his head. It was his d

e keyboard. He deleted the n