The Billionaire's Sudden Bride novel Chapter 41

Chapter 41: You Are The Boss’s Wife

Brandon’s POV

Sut James’s measured tone drew my attention from the city vista. tune Corp’s will have to postpone its IPO plans.

The higher they climb, the harder they fall, I settled into my custan leather chair, enjoying the weight of the moment. “They lark the ability to survive on Wall Street. Always.”

understand, sit,” James x efficiency was one of his best qualities. I continue monitoring the situation.”

“And Summer?” The name left my lips before I could stop it.

Something flickered across James’s face too quick to read. “Mrs. Stark raised concerns about reduced investment projects during Fortune Corp’s moming meeting. Lawrence attempted to… create difficulties.

My fingers stilled on the Mont Blanc pen I’d been toying g with. “Lawrence?” That parasite dares to challenge my wife? “His courage i… noteworthy.“

“Should I…” James began.

“No.” The word came out sharper than intended. “Let her handle it. She needs to learn to navigate these waters herself.

Tames cleared his throat softly. “About the Windsor situation – Charles has received a formal warning from the family. Regarding proposed $200 million investment in Capital Corp, George Windsor hasn’t officially commented, but appears to be allowing the situation to develop.”

the

“George Windsor.” I couldn’t help the dark amusement that colored my tone. “That old fox knows exactly what’s happening. Always has

“Charles seems unlikely to accept defeat quietly. Especially concerning the investment—”

“She needs this.” I cut him off, my mind filled with images of Summer’s vulnerable strength. “Some lessons must be learned through pain to truly sink in,”

The intercom buzzed. “Mr. Stark? Tommy from Finance is here with the quarterly reports.”

“Send him in.” I turned back to James. “Koop monitoring the Windsor situation.”

Tummy entered with that particular nervousness I’d come to expect from junior staff. Harvard Business School graduate, top of his class – and currently sweating through his Armani suit.

My phone buzzed just as Tommy was setting up his presentation. Summer’s contact photo lit up the screen, making something warm ipfurl in my chest despite the timing. I’d changed her contact information to “Wife” in her phone yesterday, and “Husband” in mine. Let’s see if she’s noticed

“Hello?” Her voice carried that hint of uncertainty that never failed to stir something possessive in me.

Still not used to my new contact name?” I kept my tone light, enjoying how I could practically hear her blush through the phone.

L… She faltered, exactly as expected.

“Busy?“”

Just reviewing some reports. Her voice steadied slightly. “It’s trading hours is something wrong?

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Chapter 41: You Are The Boss’s Wife

“One moment.” I turned my attention to Tommy, who had gone palejas he reviewed his corn numbers. “Explain these quarterly

figures.”

“L… I need to verify some data…” His voice cracked slightly.

“A Harvard graduate who can’t understand basic financial statements The temperature in the room dropped several degrees. These errors you dated to bring them to me for signature?

Tommy’s facade cracked completely. “Mr. Stark, please let me explain

Speak.”

“It was… it was the CFO’s suggestion. The words tumbled nut in a rush. “He said if it could just get past my review…

Interesting. “James.” I didn’t need to raise my voice. “Have the CFO sent up. Immediately.”

“Yes, sir.”

Tommy practically fled the room

room, leaving

his

Summer was still listening

flawed reports scattered across my desk. A soft breath on the phone line reminded me

“Still there?” 1 gentled my tone automatically.

Her voice wavered slightly. “I heard…”

“Did I frighten you?“The thought bothered me more than it should have

“No.” Her voice came through clear and steady-

I couldn’t help but

it smile. “Good to hear that.”

What did you actually call about?” The question carried a hint of curiosity.

1 paused, considering my words carefully. “Just wandering about dinner plans. Would you prefer to eat at home or go out?”

“Let me get this straight,” Summer’s tone held equal parts amusemer and disbelief. “You called during trading hours just to discuss dinner plans? Mr. Stark, may I remind you that you’re at work?”

“Hmm.” I could perfectly picture her expression

“I’m the boss.”

“Well, I’m not! The frustration in her voice was oddly endearing. “Some of us have actual work to do!”

You Te

the boss’s wife.”

When silence fell on

rend, I frowned slightly. “Nothing to say to that?”

I’m not picky.

You’ve said it all, haven’t you?” Summers resignation carried a touch of humor. “Whatever works for dinner is fine. I’m