His Unveiled Passion

Chapter 112

Stephen was usually cold and unsmiling, his demeanor strict and commanding.

He had a razor-sharp eye for detail, never failing to find flaws in Samson's reports and pointing out areas for improvement.

But today was different.

After listening to Samson's report, Stephen remained silent.

Samson couldn't help but steal a quick glance at him. To his surprise, Stephen was smiling, his eyes brimming with warmth and affection-he looked utterly lovestruck.

Was this really the same cold, ruthless CEO he knew?

Had he been possessed?

Samson was utterly dumbfounded.

Meanwhile, Stephen was completely lost in thought, still reliving every intoxicating moment with Tessa.

Samson's words floated around him, barely registering.

It wasn't until he finally snapped back to reality that Stephen looked up. "Why are you still here?"

Samson almost choked on his own breath. He quickly cleared his throat and asked, "Mr. Jacobson, I've completed the report. Do you have any feedback or corrections?"

"You did well. You can go."

Samson was momentarily speechless.

office, he couldn't shake the feeling

in his thoughts, still basking in

just like that, the

Jacobson, we've

pregnancy. After being released from the detention center, she was intercepted by Jacqueline's men and smuggled

never kept her promise of providing her with

to a telecom fraud

Susan endured relentless torment, her existence reduced to something worse than that

of Orkfordian descent-knew better than to provoke the powerful Jacobson

a dimly lit basement, she

a tangled mess, her body marred with bruises-utterly

Jacobson family

her. These injuries were

beatings she had suffered at the hands of the syndicate's

room as Stephen stepped

all black, his presence was cold and commanding, his striking face cloaked in an

a few feet away, his gaze sharp and ruthless. "Talk.

saw

d-don't look at me!" Her voice was hoarse from crying, her eyes filled with despair. "I look

brows furrowed

Whether she looked good or not was the

to say, his patience wore thin. His voice turned cold, laced with menace. "Did

you... I... I had no choice. Please, Steve, for the sake of

I've loved you, can't you just

gaze remained cold, devoid of emotion. "Talk, and