"Are you hurt, Sam?" Rose asked, her voice trembling with concern on the other end."I'm fine, Rose. Just a minor scratch, nothing to worry about," Samson replied, glancing at his arm which had slammed against a metal chair earlier. His skin was tough, but a bluish bruise was already starting to bloom."Thank goodness. Gopar said you left again after dealing with the attackers. Where are you now?" Rose asked, her tone softening, laden with anxiety.Samson paused. He stared at the ICU door in front of him. Should he be honest? If he told her he was at the hospital watching over a girl who had just mistaken him for her father, Rose would demand a lengthy explanation. And right now, Samson didn't have the energy to argue."I'm handling the aftermath of the mess so it doesn't lead back to the police. I need a little more time," Samson lied smoothly. "Go to rest. I'll head straight to your office tomorrow morning.""Promise, Sam? Don't disappear again," Rose whispered softly."I promise. G

"Come with me," Samson said, grabbing Clara's hand.He pulled her into the hole in the wall he had just created. Concrete dust swirled through the air, obscuring the vision of the snipers in the helicopter. Inside the narrow passage, Samson could hear bullets peppering the outer walls with a deafening clatter."Clara, listen!" Samson gripped her shoulders, staring at her with an intensity that silenced her. "Follow this path and exit through the service door on the ground floor. Bejo is waiting there with an armoured car. Go with Rose and Mr Baskoro. Don't wait for me.""Sam, where are you going? There's a helicopter out there!" Clara cried out in a panic. "This is dangerous. I’m certain Emran already anticipated this failure. He’s staging this assault so he can report that he was attacked and his project was sabotaged by a group of foreigners—his supposed enemies. He’s creating this scenario to save himself from public humiliation," Clara explained."I know, Clar. This is all Emran’s

Samson fell silent for a moment. If he claimed it was a child, Rose probably wouldn’t believe him so easily. However, he also didn't want her to misunderstand him too deeply. “Yes,” Samson finally replied.“Here we go again. After Mommy Itari and Clara, now who is it, Sam? You always seem to be the hero for so many women,” Rose remarked sarcastically.Samson let out a soft sigh. “It’s not like that, Rose. I’ll explain everything at the office tomorrow morning,” he said.“Fine, whatever, Sam. I won’t interfere in your business. Just make sure you remember you still work for me!” Rose snapped before abruptly hanging up.Samson sighed, staring at his darkened phone screen. He rubbed his face in frustration. On the other end, Rose threw her phone onto the bed with a heavy exhale.“It was pointless for me to worry about him; he’s actually with another woman,” she muttered, feeling a sharp pang in her chest that she tried to ignore, despite the lingering tightness.She walked towards the va

"Are you going out again, Dad?" Bianca asked."No, I was just going to buy some food. Why are you still awake?" Samson asked.Bianca shook her head tentatively. "I can't sleep," she said, her voice laced with hesitation.Samson could see the unease written across her face. "What’s wrong? You look restless. Did something happen?"Bianca shook her head again. "It’s just dreams. Ever since I woke up, I’ve been having constant nightmares," she lamented sadly."About what?""I’m walking, and then someone covers my head with a black bag. I can’t see anything. I don’t know where I am, but there are so many people hitting me. They say I’m arrogant, stupid, and worthless," Bianca explained.Hearing this, Samson became even more convinced that Bianca’s college classmates were the ones who had assaulted her. Previously, when she was threatened by them, Samson had managed to save her."Do you recognise the people in your dream?" Samson asked. Bianca simply shook her head."Their faces are blurry,

Rose ran alongside Bejo, who carried the weak and helpless Itari in his arms. Faint sounds of heavy thuds, cries of pain, and Samson’s controlled breathing echoed from behind the door. Samson was fighting bare-handed, relying solely on his instincts and raw strength.With his extraordinary power, Samson had no trouble overwhelming the guards until they all lay unconscious. Meanwhile, Rose and Bejo reached their car in the parking lot, and Bejo quickly moved Itari into the back seat.Before getting in, Rose looked back, scanning the surroundings for any sign of Samson. "Samson hasn't come back yet, Jo. Is he going to be okay?" Rose asked, her voice trembling with worry."Don't worry, Boss. Samson is as strong as the Hulk; he’ll be fine and will catch up with us," Bejo reassured her. "You should get in the car, Miss. Stay out of sight from Mr. Baskoro’s men."Rose followed Bejo’s advice and climbed into the car next to Itari, who was now deathly pale and frail."R-Rose?" Itari murmured