All Chapters of Sweet Submission: Love Me, Mr. Billionaire : Chapter 351 - Chapter 360

AmberBy the time I pushed through the glass doors of the company building, my arms were already aching from the stack of documents I’d been carrying since morning. I shifted them slightly, tightening my grip as I walked toward my office, mentally preparing myself for another exhausting workday.The elevator chimed open on my floor, and as I stepped out, Stacey looked up from her desk.“Good morning, Amber,” she greeted. “A client is waiting for you in your office.”I halted mid-step. “A client? You let a client into my office?” I stared at her, baffled. “Stacey, why would you—who is it?”She only grinned mischievously and whispered, “Go see for yourself.”I frowned at her.She was obviously up to something, but I didn’t have the patience to decode her expressions. Not today.I had a lot in store for me today… especially after reviewing some important documents throughout last night. I barely had over three hours of sleep.I narrowed my eyes at her, but she only gestured toward my off

Amber“Ms. Amber, I must say… working with you has been a breath of fresh air,” Mr. Anderson said with a proud smile as he raised his glass slightly in my direction. “Your intelligence is remarkable. We’ve been looking forward to this meeting all week.”The other clients around the long table nodded in agreement.“Yes, indeed.”“She’s sharp. Very detailed.”“Young but extremely capable.”Marcus leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. His deep voice carried a hint of pride when he added, “I told you all that I only work with the best. And the best right now in the real estate business… is Amber.”I smiled gratefully and bowed my head slightly. “Thank you so much. I’m truly honored to be sitting here with all of you.”Their warm smiles and approving nods made the tiredness in my bones feel a little lighter—just a little.The conversation continued. They discussed plans, potential profits, schedules, long-term visions, and everything in between. I kept smiling, talking, contributing

VanessaI glanced at the food in front of me, but didn't even have a single appetite. The cafeteria was noisy with people talking, trays clattering, but it felt like the noise inside my head was louder than everything happening around me.I kept glancing right and left, then behind me again.My eyes wouldn’t stop moving.My shoulders twitched at the slightest sound. I tried to keep my guard up, but I didn’t even know what I was guarding myself from anymore.These past few days had been one level of hell after another.I didn’t understand what was going on with me. Ever since that awful incident in the bathroom, things had only gotten worse.I kept seeing images; flashes, shadows, twisted scenes that felt so real they left me shaking. Luciana’s face appeared out of nowhere. Then her late parents. Then Cole’s mother. All of them tormenting me, whispering things, yelling things, hurting me in ways I couldn’t explain. Sometimes their mouths didn’t even move, but I heard everything loud an

VanessaI didn’t even have time to catch my breath before the guards shoved me into the confinement room.My body practically flew through the door, causing me to hit the ground hard. I gasped in pain, and for a moment, black dots danced in front of my eyes as my elbow scraped against the rough floor.I tried to push myself up, but the ache in my shoulder and ribs made me wince. From the doorway, the two guards glared at me with anger.“You had better stay here quietly and reflect on your actions,” one of them snapped. “Maybe next time you’ll think twice before causing trouble.” And with that, they banged the door shut.The tiny room was instantly filled with a suffocating silence.I pulled myself slowly into a sitting position, hugging my knees with both arms. My hands trembled, and my elbow stung badly where the skin had peeled. I leaned forward, resting my forehead against my knees.Reflect on my actions?What exactly had I done?I hadn’t fought back.I hadn’t even raised my voice.

Cole“Thank you for taking care of my stepmother to the very end,” I said calmly, shaking Dean Harrington’s hand. “Everyone in the family hoped she would get better… it’s such a pity it had to end this way.”Dean Harrington’s shoulders slumped as he let out a heavy sigh.“I’m deeply sorry for the Buckman family’s loss,” he replied. “It was my fault. My staff should have gotten to her sooner. They should’ve saved her from herself.”His regret sounded sincere… but I had heard enough lies in my lifetime to know what true guilt sounded like, and this wasn’t it. But that didn’t matter. His role was complete.I slipped an envelope from the inner pocket of my suit.“You and your facility took care of my stepmother,” I said, offering it to him. “This is just a token of appreciation. Also, I wouldn’t want this incident getting to the media. You know how damaging that could be for my family name.”The moment the envelope touched his fingers, his eyes lit up with greed.He smiled, nodding eagerl