All Chapters of Sweet Submission: Love Me, Mr. Billionaire : Chapter 331 - Chapter 340

Amber“Mr. Lambert, I assure you this property is worth every penny. The location alone gives it an edge over others in the market. It’s only a fifteen-minute drive from the central business district, and the neighborhood has been developing rapidly these past few months. You’d be buying into potential growth, not just land.”I paused, waiting for a response. On the other end of the line, the client hummed thoughtfully.I leaned back slightly in my chair, adjusting my phone against my ear. “Trust me, Mr. Lambert, this isn’t just a smart purchase… it’s a strategic one. You could easily double your return in less than two years if the market continues at this pace.”He gave a small chuckle. “You’re persuasive, Miss Amber. I’ll think about it.”I grinned. “I’ll take that as a good sign, Mr. Lambert. I’ll send you the details by email shortly. Thank you for your time.”As I ended the call, a soft knock sounded on my office door, and Marcus walked in with his usual confident stride.I blin

AmberThe smell of garlic and onions filled the kitchen as I stirred the creamy pasta sauce simmering on the stove. I had a song playing softly from the bluetooth speaker on the counter, and I couldn’t help swaying my hips to the rhythm.I was halfway through tasting the sauce when I suddenly felt a familiar arm snake around my waist.Before I could even turn, a soft kiss brushed against the side of my neck.I gasped lightly but smiled. “Xavier…”He hummed lowly against my skin, his breath warm on my neck. “Mmm, you have no idea how beautiful you look right now,” he murmured between kisses. “Just look at you… swaying those hips like that while you cook. You’re driving me insane.”I laughed softly as I turned my head slightly to glance at him. “You’re such a naughty man, Xavier. You sneak up on me just to say that?”“Well, you’re the one making it hard for me to behave. The way you move, baby, it’s impossible to resist.”I giggled, playfully swatting his arm. “Behave, mister. I don’t w

ColeI turned off the engine and leaned back in the driver’s seat, staring blankly through the windshield at the small restaurant ahead. For a moment, I just sat there, gripping the steering wheel, trying to steady the rush of thoughts in my head. My pulse hadn’t stopped racing since I received that message.I honestly didn’t know what I was doing here.What if it was a setup?A trap from a rival company?Or maybe some kind of prank?I’d considered all of that on my way here, and yet, here I was… alone.I exhaled sharply and shook my head, trying to get a grip. “Get it together, Cole,” I muttered under my breath. Maybe it was just curiosity, or maybe it was something deeper—something that made me feel like I needed to see this through myself.I stepped out of the car and walked into the restaurant. The soft chime above the door rang as I entered, and almost immediately, a waiter appeared. He was tall, acted polite, and strangely expectant, as if he had been waiting just for me.“Mr. B

Amber“Skylar, you have no idea how nervous I am right now,” I muttered over the phone, balancing it on the lamp stand while I bent to put on my shoe. “I seriously don’t even know what to expect in the family house I’m going to. Left for me, I wouldn’t go at all. But you know my father... he’d probably send the police to drag me there if I didn’t show up.”Skylar chuckled softly through the phone. “You’re acting like you’re about to face a firing squad, Amber. Maybe it’s just something about work. You always overthink these things.”I sighed, slipping on the other shoe and checking my reflection in the mirror. “I hope you’re right,” I mumbled. “I just wish Xavier was here right now. It’s just wrong timing that he had to go on that business trip with Cole.”Skylar sighed too. “I miss my husband too. It feels strange not having him around the house, especially at night.”I just had to roll my eyes, even though she couldn’t see me. “Skylar! Please, stop reminding us single women that you

Skylar“…the new collection is showing promising numbers,” Mr. Hales said, flipping through a report in the conference room. “But to sustain the momentum, we might need to expand into more international markets… maybe a small pop-up event in Paris or Milan?”Another director nodded in agreement. “That could work. We already have the partnerships. We just need to push visibility and luxury branding.”I tried to focus. Really, I did. I nodded faintly, pretending to be fully engaged, but my eyelids felt unbearably heavy. I had barely done anything this morning, yet my body felt like I’d spent the night carrying sacks of cement up a hill.I blinked hard, trying to shake off the sleep. Maybe I didn’t sleep well? Or maybe I was coming down with something. Whatever it was, I could feel it draining me little by little.“…Mrs. Buckman?”My name echoed across the room, pulling me back to reality. I jerked up slightly in my seat, realizing everyone was staring at me.Mr. Hales looked concerned.