"A side mirror?" Samson repeated the question with a hint of suppressed amusement. "You forced your way into a heavy machinery construction zone just for that? You didn't even wear a safety helmet. If a bolt fell from a crane and hit that lovely head of yours, the price of a mirror wouldn't be enough to cover the hospital bills.""Hey! Don't lecture me!" Bianca cut him off snidely, her eyes blazing. "I know that truck was heading here because of your company logo. I am the daughter of the director of Emerald Corporation, so don't try to play games with me!"Rose stepped forward, standing beside Samson with an aura that was far calmer yet much more lethal. "Please file an official claim at the head office through the administration desk up front if our logistics have indeed caused any damages."Bianca laughed mockingly, looking at Rose with disdain. "An official claim? That takes too long! I want compensation now. That bike was a birthday gift from my dad, and I won't tolerate even a s

Samson pulled off his shirt with a heavy sigh. Today had been exhausting, and one particular thought continued to gnaw at his mind."Who exactly is watching Miss Rose?" Samson muttered to himself.As he tossed his shirt aside, something fell out of the pocket. He leaned down and picked it up. It was a business card belonging to the woman he had accidentally helped."That is my private number. Please contact me, Samson. I do not like owing favors to anyone."Samson recalled the figure of Clara, the woman who had handed him the card. He snorted softly, twirling the card between his fingers. His practical logic told him that getting involved with a woman like Clara would only add to the list of problems in his life. But his instinct told him otherwise; Clara was no ordinary person."Should I call her?" Samson wondered. Shaking off the thought, he placed the card on the nightstand and headed to the bathroom to shower.The sound of the spray slowly drowned out the noise in his head, yet th

"Samson, can you please deliver these documents to this address?" Rose commanded.They were currently back at the office, and Rose was already settled in her workspace. "These documents are critical; they must reach their destination immediately," she added.Samson accepted the thick brown envelope from Rose’s hand. "Understood, Miss. I'll deliver them right away," he answered firmly."Be careful, Sam. That envelope contains an exclusive contract with our primary material supplier. If these files are lost or fall into the wrong hands, my position before the board of directors is finished." Rose looked at Samson with a gaze full of both plea and trust.Samson nodded, then turned toward the door. Before exiting, he paused. "Miss, while I am gone, please do not leave this room. I’ve asked Bejo to come up here and stand guard outside your door. I’m worried someone might be watching you again.""Isn't Bejo guarding Imel?" Rose asked."Miss Imel has returned home. Forgive my boldness; I am

Samson rode his motorcycle at a moderate pace, trying to ignore the ticklish, awkward sensation of Bianca’s arms still wrapped tightly around his waist. The girl couldn't stay quiet; even with the wind whipping against her face, protected by the oversized helmet, she continued to chatter about how "aesthetic" this moment would be if it were recorded."Uncle Hercules! You know what? If you were wearing sunglasses right now, we’d look exactly like a scene from a Hollywood action movie!" Bianca shouted. The visor muffled her voice, but it still rang shrilly in Samson's ears."Be quiet, Miss. I need to concentrate," Samson replied flatly."Uncle, how old are you, anyway?" Bianca asked suddenly."Why do you ask?""Just curious. You don't seem that old," she remarked."Who said I was old in the first place?" Samson protested."Wait, let me guess. You must be over thirty, right? Or maybe you're pushing forty?" Bianca let out a little giggle, the vibration of her laughter traveling right thro

"But seriously, Sam," Indah chimed in, lowering her voice, "Mr. Emran wields a lot of influence over the board of directors. He often gives advice that seems helpful on the surface, but it's actually designed to control Miss Rose’s every move, undermining her autonomy and decision-making power. So, try your best not to clash with him if you want to keep your job here."Samson remained silent, but he made a mental note: Emran wasn't just a possessive fiancé; he was a potential internal threat to Rose's freedom."Does Miss Rose love the man?" Samson asked, unable to suppress his curiosity."From what I’ve seen, no. Miss Rose is too guarded; she just goes with the flow and follows whatever her father commands," Indah explained before taking another bite of her food."Why are you so curious about the boss's love life anyway, Sam?" Bejo teased.Samson let out a soft sigh. "I don’t know, but I have a bad feeling about that guy," he admitted, finally voicing the unease in his heart."Maybe w