Too Late for Sorry, Mr. Billionaire (Chasing my Wife Back) novel Chapter 114

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THE gigantic building of Satin & Sage radiated elegance. It wasn’t just an office, it was a statement. As if the universe was working, there has been some changes Rex had insisted to be implemented the week before. Minimalist white walls adorned with framed photographs of past campaigns, glass partitions, lush greenery strategically placed, and the soft hum of productivity in the air. Everything about the space reflected Amelia’s taste: refined, modern, and unapologetically bold.

Adrian arrived in a tailored charcoal suit that morning, his presence alone sending ripples through the reception area, just as it always did. One of the sales representatives, the one whom had wanted to attend to him the last time he came, froze for a moment before forcing a polite smile.

“Good morning, Mr. Cole. You have an appointment?” she asked, her tone trembling slightly under the weight of his reputation. She had deduced instantly that the billionaire wasn’t there to buy clothes.

Adrian’s lips curved into the faintest smirk.

“Not an appointment,” he said smoothly. “But Amelia will want to see me.”

She hesitated.

“She is in a meeting…”

“Tell her Adrian Cole is here,” he said, his voice low, assured, leaving no room for argument. And the girl left to carry out the order.

Minutes later, she returned, her eyes flicking nervously.

“She will see you.”

He followed her through sleek corridors until they reached a glass-walled office at the far end. Amelia’s office.

Inside, Amelia sat behind a broad desk, her hair neatly pulled back, her pen resting against a notepad. She didn’t rise when he entered. Her eyes, sharp and guarded, locked onto him as if daring him to overstep.

“Adrian,” she said evenly. “What again has brought you to my office? Why can’t you stay away?” She asked impatiently.

A tired smile which didn’t reach his eyes played on his face as he shut the door gently behind him, his gaze sweeping over her space, taking in every detail before settling back on her.

MARO

“Amelia, please.’

She scoffed.

“What do you want, Adrian? Get out with it. I do not have all day,” she began gathering some files on her desk.

He smiled again.

“Can you just listen to me? Please?” He pleaded.

She exhaled and gestured to the chair opposite her desk.

“Sit, if you must.”

He did, though the way he leaned forward slightly made it seem as though he owned the room already. He didn’t waste time with pleasantries.

“I came to propose a partnership,” he said, sliding a folder across her desk. The embossed gold logo of Cole Holdings gleamed against the folder’s black leather cover. “Satin & Sage has built a very strong reputation. I want to amplify that. Together, we can take your brand global.”

Amelia didn’t touch the folder. Instead, she studied him, her brow raised. Was this a joke? She almost laughed.

“You want to partner with us? Or with me?”

The question was sharp, slicing right into his motive. Adrian didn’t flinch.

“Both.”

She exhaled, sitting back in her chair.

“You have to understand how this looks, Adrian. You disappear for a year plus, resurface, and suddenly every move you make leads straight back to me. Do you think I don’t notice?”

His jaw tightened.

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