Reborn as the Substitute Bride to the Disabled Tycoon

iiight

g out her words, clearly savoring the tense anticip

ere

ted it out in unison, faces strai

, and Isabella Knight were pra

scenes, they were drowning in debt. Their only lifelines were the massive inheritance

exander Barron-the most neglected, leas

n of wasting his precious younger

g enough to cook up this little plan-to hav

ely innocent eyes, then broke into a wide, silly grin. She cl

little folks, where

oor, in a mushroo

ing me?! You

bowl from the table and hurle

weren't even surprising anym

've scrambled under the t

et would be right there

ing different happene

smash into her forehead. Hard

ly streamed d

tely off balance. His mind r

d, had been so graceful, so elegant-how d

, of course, was that Summe

he divorce papers, he locked a young Summer out in the freezing cold all nigh

of guilt. If anything, he'd on

seconds in her head, her eyes

t on

ward is here!" a maid announc

ron steward entered, ready to deliver

glinted slyly.

tching her bleeding forehead,

hit Summer! Daddy's always

les K

ce darkened like

opinion of Summer-the infamo

ain and again: Summer was now Alexander's chosen fian

nge his mind overnight-yesterday it was

ad the nerve to raise a hand against the

cept

e. Anger simmered in his voice."Miss Summer is the future granddaughter-in-law chosen

! Righ

in his eyes, and immediately waved fo

City Q, and this steward was no mere servan

arles wouldn't

d. She didn't say anoth

just yet-first, she'd let them walk

rron has instructed me to inform you: the engagement banquet for Miss Summer

e'll be there

erly, ambition gle

leave. But just before stepping ou

he still looked strikingly beautiful-nothing

first time he'd mistreated her. The steward made a

finally really looked at Summer. Her

at idiot know how

it. it actual

t, Charles didn't eve

the city, but Alexander Barron? He was

y, Charles wouldn't even b

ady," he tossed out coldly be

looks full of resentment but still

ummer presentable, convince Old Mr. Barron she was

wouldn't have to

stood before them-wearing light makeup and a simp

she'd stepped out of

ght features, a sharp nose, lips red like rose petals.

glamour, standing next to S

ly outshone, Isabella gritted

ot over i

on-the cold, violent, terrifying eldest son-she'd

ke a nightmare-Alexander Barron-had j

ry movement exuding quiet authority. Like some ancient king-aloof, untouchab

g the engagement banquet tonight, you're welcome to

ouldn'

faint smile-a rare softness i

night, at that banquet, someon

s litt

to be

o have h

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