Semua Bab Signed, Sealed, I’m Rich: The Rejected Luna’s Multi-Billion : Bab 111 - Bab 120

Salome’s POV“You actually expect me to walk in there?” Jeremiah asked, his voice low and tight.I looked at the heavy oak doors and then back at him. I could feel the tension radiating off his shoulders. Ben had been talking up this party for weeks, calling it an exclusive wine tasting, but the noise coming from the other side suggested something much louder and less refined.“We have to at least make an appearance,” I said. “Just ten minutes. Then we can go.”He didn't look convinced, but he pushed the doors open anyway.The room hit me like a physical wall of heat and cheap cologne. It wasn’t a wine tasting. It was a hunting ground. There was barely a bottle of wine in sight. Instead, the space was packed with men who looked like they had been drinking since noon. They were surrounded by women in dresses so short and tight they looked like they could barely breathe.Every head in the room turned the moment Jeremiah stepped inside. I saw the way the men sized him up and how the women

Maurya’s POV"Ella, come here," Ben said, his voice way too loud for the small space between us.He didn't just invite her. He reached out and grabbed her arm, pulling her toward the couch where Jeremiah sat. The girl looked like she wanted the floor to swallow her whole. Her lips were shaking, and she stumbled over her own feet as Ben dragged her forward. I watched them, my chest tight with a mix of pity and disbelief. Ben was really doing this. He was actually trying to force this girl into Jeremiah’s lap in front of everyone. He must have thought that if he pushed hard enough, Jeremiah would eventually just give in to avoid a scene.If Jeremiah did that, he was walking straight into a trap. I knew it, and based on the way Jeremiah’s jaw went stone cold, he knew it too."Come on, Jeremiah," Ben pushed, ignoring the heavy silence in the room. "There is plenty of room on that couch. Just move over a few inches and make some space."

Salome’s POV“Mrs. Shawn specifically asked me to keep an eye on his diet,” I said, not missing a beat.I knew bringing up Jeremiah’s mother was a gamble. It was a move that could blow up in my face, but I needed something heavy enough to make Ben back off. I watched him closely, hoping the mention of the family matriarch would be enough to end this little game.Ben didn’t fold as easily as I’d hoped. A sharp, mocking smile tugged at his lips as he reached into his blazer. He moved with agonizing slowness, pulling out his phone while his eyes remained locked on mine. He was hunting for a crack in my story.“Is that so?” Ben asked, his voice dripping with fake curiosity. “In that case, I really should give Mrs. Shawn a call. I need to confirm these special instructions myself.”The air between us went still. Jeremiah didn’t jump in to save me, and I kept my expression like stone. I wouldn't give Ben the satisfaction of seeing me sweat.Ben held the phone up between us, waving it like a

Salome’s POV“Get this girl out of my sight right now,” Jeremiah said.His voice was like a blade, cold and sharp. He didn’t even look at Ella. He just stared at the wall with a look of pure disgust. Ella didn’t move. Instead, she let out a loud, jagged sob that echoed through the master suite.I watched her for a second. I knew what Ben was trying to do, and it made my skin crawl. Ben was relentless. Jeremiah had already told him no in every way possible, yet Ben still thought he could force a connection by sending a girl into Jeremiah’s bedroom in the middle of the night. It was desperate. It was stupid. Anyone with a brain could see that Jeremiah Shawn wasn't the type of man you could trap with a cheap trick like this.Jeremiah’s face didn't soften. If anything, the muscles in his jaw tightened until I thought they might snap.“I said move her,” he barked.I couldn't just stand there w

Salome’s POV“Where do you think you’re going?” Jeremiah asked, his voice low and dangerous.A slow, playful smirk pulled at his mouth while he blocked my path. I was trapped. I tried to scramble over the edge of the tub, but his arm snapped out like a gate, slamming against the porcelain and cutting off my only exit.“Move, Jeremiah. Let me out,” I snapped. My voice was thin, shaking just as much as my hands.He didn't budge. Instead, he leaned in closer, his eyes locked onto mine. “Answer me first. Are you actually cold, Salome? Is that why you’re shaking?”I stared at him, stunned. My teeth were literally clicking together. My skin was pebbled with goosebumps from the freezing water, and my shoulders were hunched up to my ears to keep in whatever heat I had left. The man was sitting in a bath of ice, and he wanted to play therapist.“Are you serious?” I managed to choke out