All Chapters of Signed, Sealed, I’m Rich: The Rejected Luna’s Multi-Billion : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Salome’s POV“Barnabas, do you have something to add to the conversation?”Jeremiah asked the question with a calm that felt like a blade. He took a slow sip of his tea, his eyes tracking Barnabas over the rim of the porcelain cup. He looked bored. Caspian had just spent ten minutes pleading his case, pouring out a desperate pitch that Jeremiah seemed to ignore entirely. My boss had a way of making powerful men feel like they were auditioning for a role they had already lost.Barnabas didn’t answer right away. He sat there, his body rigid. I could feel the heat of his stare from across the table. Every few seconds, he flicked a sharp, hateful glance my way. He was vibrating with a kind of silent fury that usually ended in a broken nose or a shattered glass.Jeremiah didn’t rush him. He just set his cup down without making a sound. He was waiting for the pride of an Alpha to crack.I leaned over and signalled the waiters. I gave them a quick nod, pointing to the specific layout Jeremiah

Salome’s POV“Take this, Caspian,” Jeremiah said. He pulled a small, white business card from his inner pocket and held it out. “Dr. Luke Davis is the director over at Riverside. He deals with the most difficult cases in the city. He is very good at what he does.”Jeremiah shifted his gaze toward Barnabas as he finished the sentence. The implication was heavy. He wasn't just offering a doctor; he was offering a cage.Caspian took the card with a tight nod. “I appreciate the lead. I will keep it in mind.”Caspian reached out and pulled Barnabas close, tucking the younger man under his arm. Barnabas played his part perfectly. He sagged against Caspian, his eyes glazed and his movements clumsy. He looked like a man who had spent the last three hours drowning in whiskey. They turned and began the long walk through the center of the restaurant.I watched them go. My heart was still hammering against my ribs. I s

Salome’s POV“You’re late,” Jeremiah said, his voice as smooth as the coffee he was currently sipping.I froze in the doorway of the massive dining room. My lungs burned from the sprint I had just made from the front door, and the handle of my suitcase was still digging into my palm. I looked at the clock on the wall and winced. Eight-forty. I was ten minutes behind schedule, which felt like ten hours when dealing with a man like Jeremiah.“I am so incredibly sorry,” I managed to puff out, trying to smooth down my cream top. I had rushed so fast that I forgot to check if my black slacks were even lint-free. “I didn’t mean to oversleep. It won't happen again.”Jeremiah didn't look angry. Instead, he just tilted his head toward the empty chair across from him. His eyes traveled over my messy hair before settling on the plate in front of him. It was a spread that belonged in a food magazine. The eggs were

Salome’s POV“Just handle the details, Steven,” Jeremiah said, his voice flat as he cut the other man off with a sharp flick of his wrist. “You live here. I don’t. Use your own judgment.”Steven didn't seem bothered by the dismissal. If anything, he looked more eager than before. He had spent the last twenty minutes rattling off schedules and event ideas while Jeremiah stared at nothing. To Steven, pleasing the Alpha was clearly a competitive sport. He straightened his posture, looking like he was about to burst with pride, and then he turned his focus toward me.The bus had finally stopped moving. I took a deep breath, still a little dizzy from the winding roads we had just climbed. The resort was massive, a sprawling collection of stone and glass nestled against the hills.“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Salome,” Steven said, stepping closer to me as we climbed out into the mountain air. “I was t

Salome’s POV“Jeremiah? I really need to talk to you about Ben Wilde. It’s urgent.”I stood outside his door, my heart hammering a quick rhythm against my ribs. I waited, wondering if he would ignore me again.“Come in,” his voice drifted through the wood, sounding calmer than I expected.I took a breath and pushed the door open. The sight inside made me pause. Jeremiah wasn't wearing his usual stiff suit. He had changed into a dark pair of jeans and a casual button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up. He looked less like a cold CEO and more like a normal man, but that only made me more nervous. I didn't know how to handle this version of him.“I’m sorry to bother you,” I said, keeping my distance. “I got two messages from Steven about Ben. He wants to push all our scheduled meetings to tomorrow. Instead, he invited you to a wine tasting at his private villa tonight at seven.”