He had just showered, and his hair was still wet. Water droplets fell from the ends of his hair onto his muscular body before sliding down along with the lines of his muscles.
He only had a white towel around his waist, revealing his prominent abs. He looked way too attractive, and Fiona turned her head away in shock.
Wasn't he arriving at the airport at 4:40 p.m.? Why was he in the room already?
She was wearing a pair of sunglasses and a mask. Samson probably couldn't see her face. She immediately put on the red dress again and stuffed her uniform into her bag.
Samson walked towards her suspiciously. His gaze was gloomy as he said in a low voice, "Who are you? Why are you in my room?"
"Ah, is this your room? The staff member gave me the wrong card. I'm shocked too." Fiona said in a high-pitched voice.
She could tell that he was sizing her up. She turned her body sideways so that her back was facing him.
Samson's gaze became even colder.
"Since you've entered the wrong room, please get out of here."
Fiona laughed diffidently. There are a lot of reporters outside. If she were to go out now, things would not end well.
"Are, are you sure?"
Samson snorted when he saw the way she was unwilling to leave and how skimpily dressed she was.
He had no interest in women, and he disliked women who deliberately dressed in a skimpy attires to get his attention. He sneered, "Get out."
Fiona glanced at him and said, "Take care."
Before Samson could understand what she meant, Fiona opened the door. A group of reporters rushed over and took photographs of them.
Fiona found a gap in the crowd and fled away.
Samson's expression was extremely gloomy. He stood still with his hands behind his back. He looked calm and restrained. He glanced coldly at the reporters and said icily, "If you want your companies to go bankrupt, go ahead and publish the photographs."
The reporters did not dare to say anything.
After Fiona left, she received a message from Jagger Dawn.
"Thank you. I've left safely." She did not even bother to reply.
She went straight to the mall next door, changed back into her uniform, and came back. When she saw the general manager standing at the door, she immediately stepped forward respectfully and nodded.
"Where did you go? Why didn't you answer the phone?" David Burton said solemnly.
"Erm, Chairman Hunt's assistant said that he likes light perfume, so I went to the mall next door to buy perfume," Fiona explained.
David looked at her clothes.
"Where is your badge?"
"Hmm?" Fiona looked at her clothes and saw that her badge was not there.
Could it be in the mall? Fiona really hoped that it was not in presidential suite no. 1908.
"It might have fallen somewhere. I have a spare one in the locker room."
"Hurry up. Mr. Hunt had taken a different flight, and he's already here now." David urged.
"Okay." Fiona rushed to the locker room.
Sally Sear walked over to Fiona and asked, "Fiona, did Joevy Biden go to room 1908 just now?"
"Did she? I don't know. I was outside."
Fiona smiled and opened her locker. She placed her bag inside, took out her badge, and pinned it on her blouse.
"She was wearing a sexy red sling dress, and she looked like a vixen. She tried to seduce Samson Hunt but was chased out," Sally said gloatingly.
Fiona's hands trembled. Red sling dress? Chased out? That person sounded like her. She smiled dryly and said, "Maybe it's a rumor."
"Fiona, I can take your position if you're busy, especially at night. I don't need any compensation." Fiona knew Sally's intention. She made an OK gesture.
She went to the door of room 1908. She then took a deep breath and knocked on the door.
"Come in."
Fiona opened the door and saw Samson on the sofa.
He was wearing a black suit. He looked mature, reserved, and disinterested in women. He was holding... her badge.
Fiona had a bad feeling about this.
She lowered her head and tried to avoid Samson's gaze. She walked up to Samson, nodded, and said respectfully, "Hello, Chairman Hunt. I'm Fiona Saison, your room manager. l'm very glad to serve you.
Samson narrowed her eyes when he saw how gentle and obedient she looked.
They hadn't seen each other for five years, and she looked like a gentle and virtuous woman. She was quiet and graceful, and it was as if she possessed all the characteristics women ought to have.
Samson sneered and said, "Fiona Saison."
There was a hint of hatred in his voice.
Fiona trembled and looked up at him worriedly.
Samson glanced at the badge he was holding, and then at Fiona's face.
"Is this yours?" Fiona smiled diffidently.
"It must have fallen when I was arranging the room. Thank you. I wouldn't have known where it is otherwise."
"Is that so?" Samson stood up. His aura was extremely domineering, and for some reason, Fiona was stressed.
Fiona subconsciously took a step back and lowered her head even more.
"Yeah, probably."
"You were the one in the red dress, aren't you?" Samson did not beat around the bush.
Fiona explained with a smile.
"Are you suspecting me because of my badge? Our badges are usually pinned on our blouse. Why would it fall off the dress?" Fiona explained with a smile.
Samson reached out and touched her ear.
The numbness made Fiona shrink back.
Samson smiled. He looked devilish and charming at the same time. He seemed like he had already figured things out.
"You're wearing the same earrings as her."
Fiona smiled. At that time, she was in a hurry and had forgotten this detail.
"Maybe it's a coincidence."
"Is it a coincidence, or is it intentional? Miss Saison, you know that very well. You better stop with these schemes, or things wouldn't end well for you," Samson warned coldly and turned away.
Fiona could only smile politely. She felt a chill run down her spine.
Back in university, she merely felt that Samson was reserved and hard to get along with. Now, he was way more than that. He was extremely complicated and unpredictable.
"Do you want me to make you a cup of coffee?" Fiona asked in an amicable tone.
Samson glanced coldly at her and said, "Don't put sugar."
"Wait a minute." Fiona nodded.
She turned and went to the tea room. Her cell phone rang. It was a call from Jenny Brooks, her colleague from the commerce department.
"Fiona, I heard that you've become Samson Hunt's room manager?" Jenny asked excitedly.
"Sally and Joevy were arguing profusely over it, and Mr. Burton did not find it appropriate to give either of them the job, so he gave it to me," Fiona explained in exasperation.