Too Late for Sorry, Mr. Billionaire (Chasing my Wife Back) novel Chapter 82

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NIGHT had fallen, but Amelia’s bedroom was alive with the soft glow of her tablet and scattered documents strewn across the bed. She sat upright against the headboard, her phone pressed to her ear.

“Rex, I will need the numbers for Satin and Sage’s last quarter by tomorrow morning. And don’t forget the shipment update. Yes… good. Thanks.” She dropped the call and immediately scrolled down her contact list.

Her phone rang again.

“Dorian? Hi. How are things over there? …No, the orders must not be delayed, especially not this week. Make sure the delivery team doubles the schedule if they must. I will check in again tomorrow. Alright, thanks.”

She ended the call, sighed, and barely gave herself a second before dialing the next number.

The door creaked open just as she lifted the phone to her ear again. Mrs. Harlow stepped in, carrying a tray of food. She paused, took in the sight of her daughter drowning in papers and digital screens, and scoffed softly.

Amelia didn’t notice, she was already speaking.

“Vera? Yes, about the resort. I saw the projections; they are fine, but we need more emphasis on the guest feedback this week. Yes, email me the details. Okay, thanks. Good night.”

She dropped the phone beside her with a tired exhale.

Mrs. Harlow walked to the bedside table, set down the tray of food, and then dragged the chair from the dresser to sit near her daughter. Her eyes lingered on Amelia, watching the way she flipped open a document and skimmed through it with relentless focus.

Amelia glanced up twice, catching her mother’s gaze.

“Hey, Mom. What’s up?” she asked casually, her eyes still fixed on the document. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

Mrs. Harlow folded her arms.

“Because you are doing too much. How can you be heavily pregnant and still trying to manage three companies at once? This isn’t healthy.”

Amelia chuckled softly.

“Oh, come on, Mom. It is nothing. Being pregnant doesn’t mean I’m bedridden. I can still take care of my businesses, just a few calls, emails, handling orders, that is all.”

Her mother shook her head firmly.

“No, Amelia. That is not all, I don’t want anything to happen to those babies. You heard what the doctor said- you need to rest often. Rest always.”

Amelia laughed again, brushing her concern aside,

“Mom, you worry too much.”

Mrs. Harlow leaned forward.

“Worry too much? Look at you, it is almost 9 p.m. and you haven’t even had dinner. What kind of managing is this?” She gestured to the untouched tray of food.

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Amelia opened her mouth to make another excuse, but her mother cut her off.

“That is it. You must get an assistant.”

Amelia froze, her eyes lifting slowly from the papers to meet her mother’s.

“An assistant? Are you being serious right now, Mother?”

“Damn serious,” Mrs. Harlow replied without hesitation. “You need someone to take this huge workload off your shoulders. Even when you put to bed, you will see how important it is. You won’t be able to do all these things by yourself.”

Amelia tilted her head, tapping the paper absentmindedly. Slowly, she nodded.

“You are… actually right, Mom.”

A small smile touched her mother’s lips.

“So, what do you think?”

Amelia sighed.

“We employ someone immediately?”

“Yes,” Mrs. Harlow said firmly.

“Employ? You already know someone?” Amelia asked, curiosity flickering in her eyes.

“Yes. A son of my friend,” she replied with certainty.

Amelia blinked.

“A son? You mean… a man?”

“Yes, dear,” Mrs. Harlow said, brushing it off. “When I already have someone who can do the job, there is no need to waste time with vacancies and all those procedures.”

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