"Ma, Samson promises. Samson is going to repent and won't be a thug anymore. From now on, I'm going to find a real, honest job. So please, Ma, don't come back to haunt me, okay?" Samson whispered. His voice was deep and raspy, but there was a flicker of genuine terror in his tone.Bejo, standing behind him and holding an umbrella that looked comically small for Samson’s massive frame, nudged the umbrella closer. "Boss, it’s almost sunset. we need to collect the 'protection money' from the cafe owners. They haven't paid this month's security fee yet," he said, sounding completely innocent.Samson spun around. His hardened face and piercing gaze made Bejo nearly drop the umbrella."Hey, Bejo! I just promised Ma that I’ve repented. You little devil! Do you want my mother to rise from her grave because of what you just said, huh?!" Samson bellowed."But Boss, if we don't shake people down, how are we going to eat? Gopar already finished our entire backup basket of rice this morning," Bejo

"Take it easy, Jo. We're here to find a job, not a fight," Samson said, pulling Bejo back.Though his voice was calm, his sharp eyes locked onto Bambang’s. The natural aura of leadership from the former king of thugs surged forth, making the arrogant guard suddenly feel the hair on the back of his neck stand up.Bambang cleared his throat, trying to mask his fear. "Yeah, listen to your boss. Now, leave quietly or I’ll call a whole company of guards to drag you out!""Go ahead, Sir. While you're at it, call the fire department too. I’m afraid this building will get a bit too hot if I actually lose my temper," Samson countered, his bass voice vibrating the receptionist's desk."How dare you!" Bambang signaled his three colleagues. "Drag them out!"Just as the security guards were about to grab Samson’s arms, the firm click of high heels echoed across the marble lobby floor. The chaotic atmosphere fell deathly silent."What is all this commotion?"Every head turned. Rose stood there look

After passing through a long corridor and a meticulously arranged hedge maze, they finally arrived at a modern minimalist building located at the very back of the mansion grounds."This is your pavilion," Indah said, tapping an access card against the entrance. "The facilities here are complete. There’s a lounge, a mini fitness center, and private rooms on the second floor. Ms. Rose wants you on standby at all times, so never leave this place without her permission."As the door swung open, Gopar almost dropped his bag. His eyes widened and his jaw hit the floor. He wasn't alone; Bejo and Ucok looked just as stunned. Before them stretched a living area featuring a spacious leather sofa, a flat-screen TV as large as a cinema screen, and a coffee table topped with exotic animal hide."Holy cow! Is this a bodyguard pavilion or the governor's official residence? This is way too fancy! " Bejo exclaimed, immediately plopping down on the sofa and intentionally bouncing on the plush cushions.

“We need a brief meeting before you head to dinner,” Rose said.She was currently sitting with Indah and her four bodyguards on the sofa in the pavilion where Samson and his team resided.“Forgive my insolence earlier, Miss. To be honest, I just couldn't hold back my emotions,” Samson admitted, feeling guilty about what had transpired at the dinner table.Rose remained silent and expressionless. The beautiful young woman always maintained a cold facade, making it impossible for others to read what she was thinking.“Moving forward, you do not need to join us at the dining table for dinner. Simply stand guard along the path leading to the main house. Furthermore, Indah will only be staying overnight tonight to help you get settled here,” Rose explained.“Understood, Miss,” they answered in unison.Rose then looked toward Samson. “Samson, I know you wanted to defend your men. But I expect you not to interrupt or act disrespectfully like that again. You must be able to restrain yourselve

Samson quickly guided Itari toward the left-wing door of the house, a path rarely used by the other residents. After ensuring the corridor was completely empty, he signaled for her to enter."Go inside, Madam. Take a warm shower and get some rest. Forget everything that happened tonight," Samson whispered firmly yet respectfully.Itari only gave a small nod. "Thank you, Mighty Man," she said, forcing a weak smile."You are welcome, Madam."Itari looked at Samson one last time that night before slipping inside and closing the door softly. Samson himself hurried back to the pavilion, moving as stealthily as a shadow to avoid raising suspicion from his crew, who might have woken up.Inside her room, Itari didn't go to the shower right away. She leaned her back against the tightly closed door, her heart still racing wildly. It was the first time she had ever felt a sensation quite like that. She looked at her palm, the same one that had touched Samson’s warm, muscular arm earlier."That m