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.

he couldn't shake the feeling that he had just witnessed something out of the

in his thoughts, still basking in the warmth of

like that,

Jacobson, we've

from the detention center, she was intercepted by Jacqueline's men and

with a safe place to

sold her to a

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

syndicate's leader-also of Orkfordian descent-knew better than to provoke the powerful Jacobson family. Fearing the consequences, he surrendered

she sat bound

a tangled mess, her body marred with bruises-utterly

Jacobson family hadn't laid

on her. These injuries

of the ruthless beatings she had

echoed through the room

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

a few feet away, his gaze sharp and

Susan saw

me!" Her voice was hoarse from crying, her

furrowed in

Whether she looked good or not was

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

her head frantically, tears streaming down her face. " can't tell you... I... I had no choice. Please, Steve, for the sake of all

loved you, can't you just let me

devoid of emotion. "Talk, and I'll