"This is outrageous, Miss Rose! You cannot unilaterally strip us of our positions based solely on these unverified documents!" Commissioner Hengky, a portly, middle-aged man and Baskoro’s longest-standing ally, slammed his palm onto the marble table, causing his coffee cup to rattle violently. His face flushed a deep crimson as he struggled to contain a volatile mixture of explosive rage and mounting panic.The two commissioners flanking him nodded aggressively, attempting to construct a defensive wall before the major shareholders, who were already beginning to whisper anxiously among themselves.Rose, anchored firmly in the supreme CEO seat, didn't even blink. Far from being intimidated by the theatrical display, she leaned back leisurely against the contours of her leather chair. Her right hand elegantly tapped an expensive pen against the marble, creating a constant, rhythmic cadence that sounded ominously like a death knell for the three men."Unverified, Mr. Hengky?" Rose repeat

"Whatever figure you demand," Samson repeated flatly.Romi’s smirk widened, radiating absolute satisfaction at the sight of his archenemy standing before him in a position of supplication. He leaned his lean frame back into his executive chair, tapping his fingers on the desk with a slow, deliberate cadence."Whatever figure I demand, huh?" Romi parroted Samson’s words mockingly, as if weighing an exceptionally enticing offer. "A fascinating proposition from a billionaire's watchdog. But you need to understand, Sam, tracking the Aryawiguna machine carries a direct risk to my life. The moment their systems detect a breach, this entire station could be back-traced.""Just name your price, Rom. Stop wasting my time," Samson cut him off, stepping forward until his towering shadow eclipsed Romi’s workstation. The suffocating pressure of the former enforcer's lethal intent began to saturate the room.Romi snorted softly, recognizing that Samson was at his absolute breaking point. "Alright,

"I will relay that specific matter to the legal counsel later. By the way, Titi, I have secured a residence for you outside the city limits. You can relocate there, and as for structural compensation, you will absolutely continue to receive it—I will deploy the funds to you on a monthly basis. Reclaim and continue your life from this point forward," Rose delivered, leaving Itari momentarily stunned."Why are you initiating all of this, Rose? I already stated that you don't need to provide financial compensation. To be completely honest, simply being severed from Baskoro's grip through your intervention and the assistance of the others has left me immensely grateful. I wouldn't dare anticipate anything beyond that, Rose," Itari uttered softly."You were bound in matrimony to my father for several years. And you sustained immense psychological and physical abuse. You suffered severe damages, and I merely desire to rectify the situation. Furthermore, you harbor no desire to return to you

"Worthless trash," Samson muttered, shoving the man back several meters until he lost his footing and tumbled backward onto the ground.Disregarding the laceration on his palm, Samson kicked the reinforced door, sending it crashing wide open. He marched into the facility, his voice booming as he roared Clara's name.However, a fresh wave of operatives continued to pour in, brandishing weapons. Samson halted his advance, sizing up the mob arrayed against him, all wielding iron bats and heavy cudgels."Looks like it's going to be a long night," Samson growled, rolling his shoulders and flexing his muscles. He locked his gaze on the crowd. "Advance one by one, or all at once. Let’s not stretch this out.""Arrogant bastard! Waste him!" roared the largest man leading the pack.At the command, the dozen mercenaries charged simultaneously. The swing of iron bats and the lethal gleam of blades cut through the dim, filtered light of the old resort lobby, targeted directly at Samson’s vital poi

"Sam?" Rose’s voice cut through the line, laced with raw impatience."Rose," Samson answered, his register noticeably drained."What is the situation? Is the perimeter secure? Did you successfully locate Clara?" Rose fired off from the other end, her tone thick with underlying anxiety."Target secured, Rose. And her condition—" Samson halted mid-sentence, the words catching in his throat."What about her condition?" Rose pressed, waiting in breathless suspense."She is in absolute critical condition. I managed to break through the enemy perimeter and extract her to a regional facility. The attending physician is managing her trauma at this exact microsecond," Samson explained."Oh my God," Rose murmured. A heavy, anxious sigh escaped the chief executive. "Which regional hospital, Sam? Bejo and I will mobilize to your coordinates immediately."Samson scanned the deserted ER corridor, his eyes locking onto the facility plaque mounted on the hallway wall. "A Type-C Regional Public Hospit