All Chapters of Signed, Sealed, I’m Rich: The Rejected Luna’s Multi-Billion : Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

Salome’s POV“You’re already up?” Clementine asked, her voice muffled by the thick wood of my apartment door.I pulled the door open before she could knock a second time. My feet were bare on the cold floor, and I had a grin on my face that I couldn't quite shake. “We’re on the same page. We’ve always been on the same page.”Clementine stepped inside, the morning air clinging to her coat. I’d already been busy. The scent of a fresh brew filled the kitchen, the dark, nutty aroma usually being my favorite part of the day. I grabbed a clean mug and filled it to the brim for her.“Muffin?” I asked, sliding a small plate toward her with a chocolate chip treat I’d grabbed from the bakery down the street.“You’re a lifesaver,” she said, taking a long, appreciative sip of the coffee. She paused, her brows knitting together as she looked at my empty hands. “Wait, where’s yours? You never skip your morning caffeine.”I instinctively pressed a hand against my stomach. A sharp, rolling wave of na

Salome’s POV“So, you’re just going to pretend I’m not standing here?” I asked, my voice echoing slightly in the quiet of Arthur’s living room.Jeremiah didn't look up immediately. He sat on the edge of the sofa, his posture perfect, looking every bit the man who ran half the city. He didn't acknowledge the bite in my tone. Instead, he just nodded toward me once, a gesture so brief it felt like a dismissal.I shifted my weight, suddenly very aware of the thin white shirt I was wearing. I hadn't bothered with a bra before running over here, and under his cold, analytical gaze, I felt exposed. I crossed my arms tightly over my chest, trying to hide my discomfort behind a wall of fake professionalism.“Good evening, Mr. President,” I added.I leaned into the title, hoping the formality would irritate him as much as his silence was irritating me. It didn't work. His eyebrows twitched upward, but he went right back to the book in his lap.The heat of genuine anger started to prickle at my

Jeremiah’s POV“I understand,” Benedict said, her voice barely a whisper as she shrank back into the upholstery of the rear seat.She was smart to hide. The interior of the car felt like a pressure cooker about to blow. Richard tried to break the heavy silence by tossing a few casual comments my way, but I didn't give him the satisfaction of a response. I couldn't. My mind was a storm of static and sharp edges.Salome was gossiping. The thought burned. My assistant, the woman I trusted with the literal keys to my life, was out there peddling rumors about my dating life to the rest of the staff. It was unprofessional. It was a betrayal. It made me look like a fool.I stared out the window, watching the landscape blur into a smear of greens and grays, but all I saw was her face. I reached into my pocket, my fingers trembling with a mix of adrenaline and irritation. I didn't care that Richard and Benedict were sitting right there. This couldn't wait. I tapped her name on the screen and h

Salome’s POV“So, that’s the prize Jeremiah traveled all this way for?” Clementine asked.I watched the elevator doors slide shut, cutting off my view of Naomi. Her blonde ponytail had a perfect, rhythmic bounce as she walked away. It was the kind of hair that looked expensive. I didn't answer right away. I just stared at the brushed metal of the doors.“She seems nice,” I said, finally turning around. “She seems like she’s with him for the right reasons.”Clementine opened her mouth, ready to snap back, but she caught herself. She huffed, crossing her arms over her chest as the lift moved again. “Fine. Maybe she is. But Jeremiah is still trash. The way he flirts with you right in front of everyone is pathetic.”My face went hot. We weren't alone, and Clementine didn't have a volume knob. “Keep it down,” I whispered, my voice sharp. “There is nothing happening between us. He’s my boss. If he wants to date her, that’s his business.”Clementine rolled her eyes so hard I thought they mig

Salome’s POV“You’re actually smiling today,” Aiden said, sliding a glass of ice water toward me.I reached for the glass, my fingers brushing against his. “It is hard not to. The view is great, and the company is even better.”The peaceful moment shattered before I could take a sip. Movement near the entrance caught my eye. Richard walked in, his face lighting up the second he spotted me. He started to wave, his mouth opening to call out my name, but Benedict moved faster. He snagged Richard by the elbow and yanked him back, shaking his head with a look of pure panic.Then I saw why. Jeremiah was right behind them.He didn't look at the hostess. He didn't look at the menu. His entire focus was pinned on my hand, which was still resting near Aiden’s on the table. The skin around Jeremiah’s jaw went tight. I watched the pulse thrumming in his neck, the veins standing out like cords. He looked like he w