Married a Secret Billionaire by Breaking Wave

Cordelia blinked her big eyes back at him.

Zephyr took her back to their room by her hand, took some documents out of the drawer, and put them in front of her.

Cordelia could not help the shock after looking at them.

“This is the blueprint of the western suburbs’ land,” Zephyr explained to her. “These are the partnership strategies of the project.”

He flipped to the last page, and Cordelia was surprised to see that her signature was on there. She looked at him in disbelief while he crouched in front of her and stroked her hair gently with a foolish smile.

She recalled that he had given her a few documents to sign back at the dressing room of the signing event the last time, claiming he hoped she could fight alongside him and share the risks.

She had just skimmed through the documents briefly because she trusted him. She did not care what was written in the documents and signed without any hesitation.

“Actually, it’s not sharing the risks,” Zephyr said gently. “I’ve already assessed the project’s risks. I mainly asked you to sign because… you’re the boss of these projects. I’m just an employee. These things have to be decided by the boss.”

“What did you say?” Cordelia’s mind went blank.

She saw Zephyr’s gentle smile and her reflection—only her—in his deep eyes.

“It’s not just this plot of land.” Zephyr continued. “These companies too.”

He continued to show her a few other documents.

widened eyes. Her breathing was caught, and she felt like she was dreaming. Donmein, Lyan, Weston… These were all his

“These are yours now.”

at

lips moved to say something, but she

have nothing backing you up. I told you, you have

moment of silence from Cordelia before she lowered her head. So many words were caught in her throat, but only

sat next to her to pull

herself. “I shouldn’t throw a tantrum with you for no

those girls who were actually unreasonable would possess the power to destroy

“You don’t have to be so sensible. I told you, I’m willing to indulge you

‘Hmm? Daughter?’

before punching

me again!” She giggled.

a bit, and

couch was close to the window, so both of them looked up at the

of father, Zephyr asked, “Cordelia, have you thought

for a bit. Her head was against his chest, and

“Can’t imagine it…”

hair. “Mom’s

speaks about it,” she replied softly. “I’ve never asked either. I’m afraid her