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.

walked out of the CEO's office, he couldn't shake the feeling that he had just

his thoughts, still basking in the warmth of the morning until his

like that,

Jacobson, we've

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

kept her promise of providing her with a safe place

her to a

torment, her existence reduced

tracked her down, the syndicate's leader-also of Orkfordian descent-knew better than to provoke the powerful Jacobson family. Fearing the consequences, he surrendered Susan without

dimly lit basement, she

mess,

family

her. These injuries

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

echoed through the room as

was cold and commanding, his striking face cloaked in an air

away, his gaze sharp and ruthless.

saw him, her

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

brows furrowed in

more than a criminal. Whether she

had nothing useful to say, his patience wore thin. His voice turned

you... I... I had no choice. Please, Steve,

can't you just let

remained cold, devoid of emotion. "Talk,