"He's a world-class billionaire. I heard that he's from a prominent family. He took only five years to conquer the whole financial market. He's a tycoon there now. He's seriously a powerful man. I saw his photo, and he's super handsome. I mean, look at his facial features. He's even more good looking than celebrities."
"Stop drooling. He's not someone you have a chance with," Fiona reminded Jenny.
"What about you? Are you interested?" Jenny said playfully.
Fiona laughed and said nonchalantly, "You know how I am. I have a great appetite for man, but I'm a coward. Samson Hunt is like a billionaire boar who's full of thorns. I'll just end up getting wounded."
"Of course you can't get a man like me, but what's with that metaphor? A billionaire boar?" Samson's voice suddenly sounded.
Fiona felt as if she had been struck by lightning.
Why did he come to the tea room all of a sudden? The sound insulation system of the hotel was pretty good, wasn't it?
She lowered her head and turned around to face Samson. She said respectfully, "Sorry."
"You're sorry? Can all the problems in the world be solved by saying sorry?" Samson said meaningfully. He placed the can of coffee powder he was holding on the kitchen counter.
"Well, should I ask my manager if he can assign another room manager to you?" Fiona said sincerely.
Samson did not speak. He turned around and walked out of the tea room.
She made him a cup of coffee and brought it over to him.
He was already working in front of his desk. He was typing something with his eyes focused on the computer screen.
Fiona placed the cup of coffee beside his right hand and said softly, "Mr. Hunt, here's your coffee. Would you like local food or Western food tonight?"
Samson said without looking at her.
"You don't have to make arrangements for my dinner. I have other plans." Samson said without looking at her.
"I'll take my leave, then." Fiona took out a pager from her pocket and placed it on Samson's desk.
"Press this button if there's anything, and I'll come over. I'll be staying in your room tonight..." Samson's fingers froze, and he looked at her ambiguously.
Fiona reckoned that he had misunderstood things. She explained, "As room managers, we have our own rooms in the presidential suite. They're next to the bathroom. As long as you latch the door, I wouldn't be able to enter your room."
"You talk a lot," Samson said unhappily and looked at his computer screen again.
Fiona pursed her lips and quietly retreated from his room. There was a man in a leather suit in front of her.
"Hello" Fiona greeted politely.
The man looked at Fiona with amazement in his eyes.
"Hello."
Fiona walked into the elevator. The man entered room 1908.
"Chairman Hunt, is the woman just now your room manager?"
"What's with her?" Samson looked indifferently at his personal assistant.
"She's really pretty," Engel said with a smile.
Samson picked up the cup of coffee and took a sip. Looking at the cup of black coffee, he said, "Looks can be deceiving. The only thing pretty about that woman is her appearance."
"I heard that the room managers in this hotel were fighting for the opportunity to take care of you. It even escalated into a catfight. All of them want..." Engel's expression became ambiguous.
"Want to get a chance to seduce you."
Samson put down the coffee cup.
"Are they able to seduce me just because they want to?"
"So, you don't like your room manager, do you?" Engel Ergot asked probingly.
Samson smiled a little and said with sarcasm, "Why should I?" Engel grinned and said, "I'll chase after her, then."
Suddenly, Samson's gaze turned cold, and his expression became icy too. He locked his gaze on Engel and said, "Have I been giving you too little work? You have a lot of free time, don't you?"
"Uh... no." Engel saw that Samson was angry and explained, "It's just that she caught my eye. That's all."
"Focus on your work. Don't be fooled by women. You can leave now," Samson said coldly. Engel retreated carefully.
Samson was irritated as he drank up all the coffee in the cup. He could not help but think about how obedient Fiona looked with her head lowered. What happened five years ago flashed past his mind too. He still remembered everything very well.
Samson sneered and pressed the button on the pager.
The pager in Fiona's pocket rang.
She didn't want to go and face Samson. She really didn't want to.
"Samson Hunt's looking for you?" Sally Sear asked enviously.
"He's kind of bad-tempered," Fiona complained.
"All great men are a little arrogant. He's born with a silver spoon in his mouth, after all. Why don't I go over on your behalf? I'm not scared of his temper. I'll just tell him that you're busy with something else." Sally suggested
"Alright, then. Sorry to trouble you." Fiona handed the pager and the room card to Sally.
"I'm free tonight too. I'll take your place if you're busy." Sally hinted.
"Sure. That helps a lot, thank you."
"You don't have to thank me. We're friends, after all. I'm heading out, then."
"I'll forward what his personal assistant sent over to you. Those are the things you need to pay attention to."
"There's no need for that. I know them. I know him even better than his personal assistant does." Sally quickly reapplied her makeup and headed to room 1908.
Hearing the knock on the door, Samson glanced at the door and straightened his back. He focused his gaze on the computer screen and said in a low voice, "Come in." Sally went in, and she blushed when she saw Samson. She walked up to him and said with affection, "I'm Sally Sear, your substitute room manager. What can I do for you, Mr. Hunt?" Samson frowned and looked at Sally. He said unhappily, "Where's Fiona?"
"Miss Saison has other things to attend to. Mr. Hunt, you can let me know if you need anything," Sally said softly.
Samson glanced at the coffee cup next to him and said, "Make me a cup of coffee, no sugar."
"Okay." Sally took the cup. She thought of something and looked at Samson.
"Mr. Hunt, you look better than you do on TV. No wonder Fiona is obsessed with you. Samson raised his head and looked at Sally.
"She's obsessed with me?"