Samson released his grip on Clara once Emran was far from their position. However, instead of pulling away, Clara seemed to enjoy the moment, keeping her arms wrapped tightly around Samson’s muscular waist."Miss, please let go," Samson requested."You’re so warm," Clara murmured, leaning her head against his broad chest."Miss, don't be like this," Samson reprimanded her."Give me your phone first, then I’ll let you go," Clara teased, even giving him a playful wink."Why are you doing this?" Samson asked, letting out a weary sigh."So you won't run away again," she giggled innocently.Samson exhaled sharply, feeling as if his head were about to split. The timing could not have been worse. On one hand, he held evidence of Emran’s infidelity that could save Rose, but on the other, he was trapped in the embrace of a woman who seemed to have abandoned all logic."Miss Clara, I am serious. This is a matter of life and death for someone," Samson whispered, trying to untangle her hands gent

Upon arriving at the Rose family residence, Samson walked with Gopar toward the pavilion where they lived. Gopar walked ahead, but as they passed the garden, Samson glanced up toward the second floor and noticed the light in Itari’s room was still on. What made him freeze was the sight of Itari’s silhouette standing behind the curtains, staring down at him.It seems Mr. Baskoro didn't go to her room tonight, Samson thought. Thank God. At least she isn't being tortured by her husband every single day.Samson averted his gaze, not wanting Itari to feel uncomfortable or worse, to be spotted by another servant. He quickened his pace to catch up with Gopar.That night, Samson couldn't sleep soundly. Samson's mind kept spinning with the image of Itari standing lonely behind the curtain and the thought of Emran's cunning threatening Rose. As it turned out, living in a magnificent, palace-like mansion wasn't as pleasant as it seemed, as the constant threats and emotional turmoil overshadowed

"I want you to protect me, Samson. Especially from my greedy family," Clara whispered.Samson looked at her intently."You know, living as an adopted child isn't easy," Clara said as she walked toward a corner table and poured a red liquid into two glasses."Adopted child?" Samson asked.Clara approached him, handing him a glass. "Sit down. I’ll give you the short version."Samson sat on the sofa, followed by Clara. He watched her closely, holding his drink."Samson, I was adopted from an orphanage by my late grandfather," Clara began. "I’ve always been aware of my status. That’s why, since I grew up, I’ve poured everything into my talent for beauty and fashion. It was all a preparation for my future, in case my grandfather was no longer around."Clara lowered her head, looking as if the words were a heavy burden to speak."If you're not ready, stop now. You don't have to continue," Samson said softly."No, I have to tell you everything. I don't want you to think I'm dishonest," Clara

"I’m not lecturing you," Samson replied calmly. "I’m simply saving my associates' assets from a fraudulent investment."Rose, who had been listening with a tense expression, turned to Emran with a demanding gaze. "Emran, answer me honestly. Is there really a land dispute? Why wasn't my father informed about this?""Rose, darling, it's merely a minor issue that the legal team is addressing," Emran stuttered. He tried to reach for Rose’s hand, but she pulled away."The Green Residence project is new. If there is indeed information regarding a land dispute, I will personally re-examine it and ensure there are no future issues," Rose explained. Emran's defense was a necessity for her, given the project's connection to her family's corporate reputation.Hearing Rose’s explanation, Samson felt a tightness in his chest. He knew how fiercely Rose protected her family’s business and the heavy burden she carried to maintain their honor—to the point where she was willing to push aside her happin

Samson stood outside Rose’s office, occasionally glancing toward the tightly closed door."What’s wrong, Sam?" Indah asked, noticing his restlessness."I’m just worried about Miss Rose," Samson replied."Why don't you go in? Usually, you're always inside the office with her," Indah said, confused to see Samson waiting in the public area outside Rose's private room."Actually, Miss Rose is quite angry with me right now. So, I don't dare—" Samson couldn't bring himself to finish the sentence."Hmm... as far as I know, Miss Rose rarely gets angry, especially with someone she trusts. Maybe she’s just under a lot of pressure. Once she calms down, she’ll call for you again, Sam. Relax, don't let it get to you," Indah said, trying to soothe him. Instead of feeling relieved, however, Samson grew even more anxious.He offered a weak smile at Indah’s consolation. He knew Rose’s anger this time wasn't just work-related stress. It was about a perceived betrayal of trust and a feeling that her dig