Dwi Toro cursed in pain. He quickly got to his feet, clutching his chest, which was throbbing with excruciating pain. Zaqqy rushed after him, but Dwi Toro was quicker to get into his car and immediately put his foot down to make a getaway.“Bloody cheek!” Zaqqy cursed. He returned to his car and was startled. “Goodness me, Miss! I’m surprised to see you here,” Zaqqy said, shocked to see Stella had moved to the front seat. “Should we chase after him, Miss?” he asked, immediately changing the subject.“No need. I don’t know him. What was his motive for attacking us? Was he targeting you, or what exactly did he want?” Stella asked in return, her tone probing.​“I don’t know either, Young Lady. Perhaps he intended to attack you, but since I’ve been working with you, I thwarted his plan. If someone like you is attacked, that’s nothing out of the ordinary, is it? You come from a distinguished family; there must be business rivalry amongst you.”Stella adjusted her sitting position and faste

Stella ended the conversation with a triumphant smile, then simply walked away from Steffi. She approached Zaqqy and gave him a sweet smile.​“Come on, Zaqqy. Today’s meeting’s over. Don’t get too close to her, all right? She’s like a caterpillar—once she latches on, it’ll make you itch. Do you understand?” Stella warned, winking and mimicking a caterpillar crawling with her fingers.Zaqqy just looked at her with a hint of surprise, but he immediately went back to his usual self. ​“I understand, Miss,” Zaqqy replied briefly.​He followed Stella out of the restaurant. However, Zaqqy glanced back briefly; Steffi was still there, winking and waving her little hand at him. Zaqqy simply shook his head at the woman’s behaviour and carried on walking.​“After this, we’ve got a meeting at the AD Hotel. You know where it is, don’t you? You said earlier that you knew every place in this city,” said Stella as soon as they reached the car.​“I do know, Young Lady. You needn’t worry. Please faste

Rahayu smiled slightly as she looked at her own reflection in the mirror, before finally rejoining her boss and colleagues.​Meanwhile, on the journey, Stella glanced over at Zaqqy again. She noticed her mobile phone, which showed it was 19.20 WIB.​“Who was that woman, Zaqqy?” Stella asked suddenly.​“She’s my neighbour, Miss.”​“Oh, I see,” replied Stella briefly. She didn’t ask any further questions, but her eyes remained fixed intently on the road ahead.​The car sped through the night until it arrived at the main house. Zaqqy escorted Stella to the door of her room on the third floor. After making sure his employer was safe, Zaqqy headed to his own room to freshen up. He changed out of his night shift uniform, which turned out to be different from his daytime uniform. This time he wore black trousers and a black T-shirt with red stripes down each side.​“Thank goodness it’s not that white jacket again. I feel like a bride when I wear that,” muttered Zaqqy, shaking his head. Once