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.

the feeling that he

his thoughts, still basking in

that, the sweetness

Jacobson, we've found

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

promise of providing her with a safe place to stay or a

her to a telecom

relentless torment, her existence reduced to something worse

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

dimly lit basement, she sat bound to a

a tangled mess, her

Jacobson family hadn't laid

her. These injuries were

had suffered at the

echoed through the room

presence was cold and commanding, his

few feet away, his gaze sharp and

Susan saw him, her

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

brows furrowed

a criminal. Whether she looked good or not

to say, his patience wore thin. His voice turned cold, laced with menace. "Did you not understand

head frantically, tears streaming down her face. " can't tell you... I... I had no

I've loved you, can't

devoid of emotion. "Talk, and I'll