Harvey stared at the man before him, his eyes unblinking. "You're their leader?" his voice was calm, but had a sharpness to it.The man who had been in the front immediately nodded. His shoulders were still tense, though he tried to maintain his dignity. "Yes, I am the leader of Miss Samantha's bodyguard squad."Silence hung between them. The room that had been filled with the sound of snapping was now so quiet that the roar of breathing could be clearly heard. The bodyguard leader, who usually stood tall and undaunted, felt something he could hardly describe. His chest felt tight, as if an invisible pressure was locking down his movements.Harvey took a slow breath. His gaze remained focused on the man, cold and unwavering. "Your men are strong enough," he said finally, his voice remaining flat. "But they are short-minded."The chairman swallowed. There was something in Harvey's eyes that made him reluctant to look back. The man's aura seemed to compress the air around him, creating

Harvey froze. That name-Claymore-wasn't just an ordinary surname. His mind whirled, recalling the historical records he had read. The Claymore family had long been a part of Kaelvarion, so closely knit that their names were recorded as heroes in the history of this land. From generation to generation, they maintained the family traditions passed down, keeping their influence strong.One of the members of the third most illustrious family in the country sat right in front of him. Unconsciously, Harvey's fingers gripped his thighs, feeling the tension running through his body. “Samantha Claymore...,” he whispered, his voice almost drowning in shock.His gaze remained fixed on the woman in front of him, as if trying to reconcile reality with what he had just heard. The room's light cast a soft glow on Samantha's curly hair, highlighting the firm lines of her face. Her lips were slightly thick, as if always ready to speak well-thought-out words. There was something in the look in her eyes

Dark blood flowed from Samantha's lips, staining the cloth on her lap. The deep black color was striking, contrasting with the white of her clothes.Javier immediately moved, his steps quickening towards Samantha. But before he could get any closer, a strong hand caught his arm. "Don't," Harvey's voice was low, but full of authority.Javier turned his head sharply, his jaw clenched tightly. "Get out of the way! Miss Samantha is in danger again!" he cried, his breathing ragged.Harvey, however, remained where he was. His shoulders were squared, his eyes calm. "It's a normal reaction," he said without a hint of panic.Samantha opened her eyes wider, her breathing still labored, but something felt different. Her brow furrowed as she turned her head towards Harvey and Javier."Strange... The feeling in my belly button... is drastically reduced," her voice was hoarse, but the tone of surprise was clear.Javier, who was still on standby, looked doubtful. His eyes alternated between Samantha

"No way...," Samantha said, opening her eyes wide when she saw her cell phone.She hurriedly opened the tablet and checked the email Harvey had just sent her. There was a link that led to a collection of files and photos. When she opened the photos, her eyes widened, unable to blink.The veins in Samantha's neck popped. "That asshole..."Samantha placed the tablet on the table with a sharp movement. Her fingers clenched on the wooden surface, her breathing heavy and ragged. Her gaze was blank, but in her head, the images continued to spin endlessly.The throbbing in her temples grew more pronounced. His chest rose and fell, trying to control the rage that was beginning to burn inside him."My own cousin..." she murmured in a low, trembling voice. "It was her who betrayed me."Her fingers gripped the chair's handle tightly, as if trying to find a grip amidst the wave of emotions that hit her.Everything was clear now. Her cousin had teamed up with the enemy to get rid of her. All for t

Samantha and Teressa looked back, and their faces hardened as soon as they saw who was standing there. Janeeta.The woman stood with her arms folded across her chest, her demeanor exuding a distinctive arrogance. A faint, dismissive smile was etched on her lips, as if savoring the moment where she could put others down. Her piercing brown eyes swept Samantha up and down before finally settling on the still-open phone screen.Samantha and Teressa glanced at each other, then chose to ignore her. However, Janeeta didn't give up that easily.She tilted her head slightly, her lips curling even more slyly. "I really don't get it," she said, her tone one of astonishment, when there was clearly mockery hidden within. "How can you like a guy like this, Samantha?"The atmosphere around them suddenly felt heavier. Samantha clenched her fists under the table, trying to dampen the waves of emotion that were beginning to emerge. Teressa, on the other hand, was ready to open her mouth, but refrained