Too Late for Sorry, Mr. Billionaire (Chasing my Wife Back) novel Chapter 108

THE conference table was still warm from handshakes. Papers neatly aligned. Pens set aside. Signatures drying in quiet finality.

Amelia stood tall at the head of her office table, the final document resting confidently beneath her palm as she extended her hand toward the visiting team.

“Congratulations,” the lead negotiator said with a broad smile. “That was sharp execution.”

Amelia’s smile was controlled but radiant.

“Thank you. We believe this partnership will be mutually profitable.”

“Profitable?” one of the men laughed. “With you steering it? Absolutely.”

Ryan stood slightly behind her, arms folded proudly, while two executive committee members flanked the side. The atmosphere in the room was buoyant, filled with relief, admiration, a hint of awe.

It wasn’t just another deal. It was a strategic one. And Amelia had closed it flawlessly.

As the final handshake ended, the visitors began gathering their folders.

“Looking forward to working closely with your team,” Amelia added smoothly.

“Likewise,” the lead replied. “We will have our legal unit follow through on the next stage documentation.”

“Ryan will coordinate,” she said without hesitation.

Ryan straightened slightly. “Already on it.”

More laughter followed.

One of the executives beside Amelia leaned closer and whispered jokingly, “Boss, should we just rename the boutique after you?”

She arched a brow playfully.

“You want to handle the paperwork for that?”

He chuckled.

“I withdraw my suggestion.”

The group gradually began filtering toward the door. Two of her executive members escorted the visiting team out, their voices echoing faintly down the hallway as they talked and laughed.

The office quieted. Only three remained.

One executive stepped forward once more, extending his hand.

“Brilliant work, ma’am.”

Amelia shook it firmly. “Team effort.”

“With a strong captain,” he added before giving Ryan a nod and exiting the office.

Now only Ryan remained. As expected.

He closed the door gently and turned toward her with an exaggerated expression of triumph.

“I knew it,” he declared dramatically. “I knew you were going to hit this off yet again, boss. I knew my boss!”

Amelia laughed, finally allowing herself to lean back against her desk.

“You sound like you personally signed the contract,” she teased.

“In spirit, I did,” Ryan replied proudly. “I told them from the beginning— if she wants it, she is getting it.”

She shook her head, basking in the lightness of the moment.

“You overestimate me.”

“I absolutely do not,” he countered immediately. “You saw their faces? They walked in confident and left recalibrating their life choices.”

She laughed louder at that.

Ryan walked toward the small lounge area in her office and dropped into one of the chairs casually.

“You don’t even flinch anymore. Pressure just bounces off you.”

Amelia moved to her seat slowly and lowered herself gracefully into it.

“Pressure is predictable,” she said lightly. “People are not.”

Ryan studied her with a knowing look.

“That sounded layered.”

She smiled faintly but didn’t elaborate.

He leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on his knees.

“So boss,” he began casually, tilting his head in mock curiosity. “Hit it off. How is it going?”

She didn’t look confused. She didn’t pretend. She knew exactly what he meant.

Her smile didn’t fade, but something subtle shifted behind her eyes.

She exhaled softly and leaned back into her chair.

“Good,” she replied smoothly. “Still waiting for her to take her next move.”

Ryan nodded slowly.

“Ah.”

There was understanding in that single syllable.

Amelia’s eyes flickered with quiet amusement.

“She is trying.”

“That is dangerous.”

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