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Chapter 47: The CEO Identity
"Impossible, Emran. He just returned from London," Clara said, immediately shielding Samson, who remained silent, returning Emran’s gaze with a sharp, piercing stare."Ah, I see. Yes, I suppose it’s impossible for someone like him to be here anyway," Emran remarked."Someone like him? Who exactly do you mean?" Clara challenged."Oh, no one. Just an unimportant person," Emran replied dismissively.If Emran knew that the man he regarded as trash was currently standing right in front of him in a suit far pricier than his own, he would likely lose his nerve instantly."Unimportant people are usually the ones who know our deepest secrets best, Mr. Emran," Samson interjected, his voice a deep, steady baritone. He intentionally shifted his intonation to sound more authoritative.Emran was momentarily stunned, surprised by the boldness of this "Samuel" he had only just met. "Hahaha, you have a point, Samuel. But in the business world, what matters is who holds the power, not who knows the mos
Chapter 46: The Executive Lounge Gambit
"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
Chapter 45: The Birth of Samuel
Clara did not answer with words. She stepped toward a small glass cabinet in the corner of the room, retrieved a black velvet box, and brought it over to Samson. When she opened the lid, a mechanical watch with a shimmering black crocodile leather strap glistened under the room's lights. Its design was minimalist, yet it radiated a quiet luxury.“Hold out your hand,” Clara commanded.Samson obeyed, allowing Clara to fasten the watch onto his sturdy wrist. The cold metal felt right, as if it were truly crafted to encircle the hand of a warrior now masquerading as a nobleman."A watch is a man's identity, Samson. People like Emran will look at your wrist before they ever hear your voice," Clara whispered, gently patting his hand. "And one more thing—"Clara picked up a dark glass perfume bottle. She sprayed a fine mist into the air around Samson’s shoulders. A masculine scent, a blend of sandalwood, leather, and a hint of citrus, immediately enveloped his large frame. The aroma was not
Chapter 44: The Diamond in the Rough
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
Chapter 43: The Art of the Counterattack
Samson scratched the back of his neck, causing his arm muscles to bulge beneath his black t-shirt, which was starting to feel damp from a cold sweat. "I’m far too big to be guarding something as small as your handbag, Miss. People might mistake me for the snatcher instead," he quipped, though his eyes remained grave."Who says? You’re incredibly cool, you know. My friends would adore you. With just a little polishing, you could easily outshine Emran," Clara said, her smile widening."Um, I’ve never been to a salon," Samson replied."How perfect. I happen to own a beauty clinic. I can help you undergo a transformation to make you look even more impressive," she said, enjoying her meal.Samson responded only with a faint smile, while his fingers rhythmically tapped against his knee under the table."Transformations take time, Clara. And time is something I don't have much of right now," Samson murmured.Clara set her fork down, sensing the restlessness radiating from the large man in fr
Chapter 42: The Predator’s Track Record
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
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