An Ex-Thug Chased by Enchanting Billionaire Women

Chapter 4: The Ice Queen and The Seductress

Samson took a step forward, squaring his shoulders to match Soraya’s presence. Even though he was wearing a batik shirt that was a size too small and fabric trousers with fading colors, his aura as a former king of the marketplace did not simply vanish.

"Forgive me, Madam. My name is Samson," his bass voice echoed through the vast lobby, causing several servants in the distance to turn their heads.

"Madam, they are Ms. Rose’s bodyguards," Indah spoke up this time. "We are here to escort them to the pavilion, Ms. Rose’s private quarters."

Soraya arched an eyebrow. She folded her arms across her chest, scrutinizing Samson from head to toe. "Protect Rose? With an appearance like this?" She let out a small, cold, and condescending laugh. "You look more like debt collectors than bodyguards."

"Madam, we might be lacking in the looks department, but when it comes to strength, our boss here can lift a car with one hand!" Gopar blurted out proudly, still chewing his gum.

"Lift a car?" Soraya repeated Gopar’s words with deep disdain.

"It’s true, Madam. Our boss could even defeat a whole battalion with ease," Bejo added, brimming with pride.

Soraya stepped closer to Samson until only a few centimeters remained between them. She looked up, staring into Samson’s eyes as if trying to strip away his dignity. "Brute strength like that is only used by peasants, not by figures of authority and ethics."

"And usually, people like you only exploit situations for personal gain. Perhaps even to steal items from this house," Soraya accused. Her words made Gopar, Ucok, and Bejo boil with rage mostly because she had hit a nerve regarding their past lives.

"You’re right, we may be peasants without 'ethics' in your eyes. But we came here with good and honest intentions to work. Besides, it’s not your judgment we need, but our boss’s, Ms. Rose," Samson replied firmly, causing Soraya’s expression to turn icy for a moment.

Not stopping there, Soraya brushed her slender fingers adorned with bright red nails against Samson’s chest. It wasn't a flirtatious gesture, but rather a flick at a button on his batik shirt that was hanging by a thread. "In this house, a guard dog must know how to wear a tie and when to keep its mouth shut. If you leave even a single smudge on this floor, I will personally drag you out."

"Don't you worry, Madam," Samson replied, his tone steady yet commanding. "My job is to protect Ms. Rose. As long as she is safe, I don't mind being called a guard dog or even a debt collector."

Soraya snorted cynically, turning away gracefully as her silk gown billowed. "Indah, take them away. I’m already nauseous looking at that combination of tacky batik and a pink scarf," she said, glancing at Ucok, who immediately clutched his scarf, feeling deeply offended.

Once Soraya disappeared behind the grand staircase, Bejo exhaled a long breath. "Holy cow! Is that a woman or a double-door refrigerator? Her aura is freezing, Boss!"

"It’s more than just cold, Jo. She’s the 'wicked witch' type, but with a glow-up," Ucok chimed in while checking his reflection in the marble wall.

Indah only gave a thin smile, trying to calm them down. "Come, this way. We’ll head to the back pavilion through the garden."

They walked along a glass corridor that displayed a vast garden view. However, as they passed the crystal-clear blue swimming pool, Samson’s footsteps halted once more. There, another woman sat lounging on a deck chair under a large parasol. She wore a thin sundress that accentuated her curves, with sunglasses perched atop her flowing hair. Unlike the rigid Soraya, this woman looked relaxed and alluring.

"That is Madam Itari, the Master’s third wife and Ms. Rose’s second stepmother," Indah informed them. Samson nodded slowly.

"Turns out Ms. Rose’s dad really likes getting hitched," Gopar whispered to Ucok.

"Oh, Indah? Who are they?" Itari asked in a playful, sultry voice. She stood up, revealing her long legs, and sauntered toward Samson’s group. She stopped right in front of him. She didn't offer a look of disdain like Soraya; instead, she gave him an intense, curious gaze.

"These are Ms. Rose’s bodyguards, Madam Itari," Indah answered.

"My Rose certainly has wild taste, doesn't she?" she chuckled lightly.

Itari stepped even closer, ignoring the slightly awkward Indah. She circled Samson, letting her well-manicured fingers softly brush against his firm shoulder.

"So muscular," Itari murmured in a low, deliberate tone. "What is your name, Mighty Man?"

Samson cleared his throat, trying to regulate his breathing, which suddenly felt tight due to her proximity. "My name is Samson, Madam," he answered, forcing his bass voice to sound as calm as possible.

Samson was brave and a former thug, but he had never been close to any woman. This situation made him break into a cold sweat.

"Samson? Like the hero who lost his strength because his hair was cut?" Itari giggled, a sound that would be seductive to any man's ears.

"Exactly," Gopar chuckled, only to be elbowed by Bejo.

"Unfortunately, Madam, our boss doesn't mind if his hair is shaved bald. His strength will never vanish," Ucok added proudly.

"Interesting," Itari smirked.

"Itari!" Soraya’s voice shrieked from the distance. In an instant, Itari’s expression shifted drastically, turning cold.

"Yes!" she shouted back, the friendly and flirtatious expression gone. "Fine, Indah. Continue your journey. It was a pleasure meeting you, Mighty Man!" Itari gave Samson a sweet smile before walking away.

"Whoa, did you see that? Her expression went cold instantly. That’s creepy," Gopar muttered with a shiver.

"Don't talk about it, Gopar. It’s none of our business," Samson scolded.

"Let’s continue," Indah prompted.

They walked away, but after a few steps, Samson glanced back at Itari. He was surprised to see Soraya looking furious, pointing a finger at Itari’s face while Itari kept her head bowed.

Samson paused for a moment. The contrast was striking. The woman who had previously exuded confidence and flirtation now resembled a child receiving a reprimand from her mother. Soraya appeared to be giving instructions or perhaps a warning with a hardened face.

"Boss, look at that. Turns out there are castes here too, huh?" Bejo whispered, looking back as well. "Whoever is the meanest becomes the queen."

"Quiet, Jo. Don't be a nosy parker," Samson warned softly, though in his heart, he felt something was off in this house. "Ms. Indah, do they fight like that often?"

Indah didn't answer immediately. She took a short breath and picked up her pace to get them out of the two ladies' sight. "In this house, every wall has ears and every corner has eyes. You’d better focus only on Ms. Rose."

"Our apologies, Ms. Indah," Samson said.

"It’s alright. From now on, just keep your head down. Don't pay mind to anything you see or hear. Because it is none of your business!" Indah said firmly, making sure Samson and his three subordinates understood.

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