As the day progressed, one of Samuel's
men contacted him with urgent news:
now a sworn enemy had infiltrated the
university and was closely monitoring
Hana. Alarmed but composed, Samuel
decided to address the situation
personally. During Hana's break, he
arrived at the university, his presence as
commanding as ever. As they sit on a
bench under the shade of an oak tree,
Samuel gently holds her hand, trying to
mask his concern. "How's your day so
far?" he asks, his voice steady despite his
inner turmoil.
"It's good, but why are you here?" Hana
asks, puzzled but comforted by his
presence.
"Just wanted to see you," Samuel replies
with a reassuring smile. The bell rings,
signaling the end of her break. Samuel
watches her walk back to class before
heading to his car.
However, instead of returning to his
office, Samuel drove to a secluded
location—a place notorious for its
association with his brand of justice. He
parked his car and opened the trunk,
revealing the man who had been
following Hana, now bound and visibly
terrified. With a nod, Samuel's men
dragged the intruder out and subjected
him to a merciless beating, rendering
him bloodied and broken.
Once the man was barely recognizable,
he was brought before Samuel. The
mafia boss, his eyes cold and
unforgiving, approached the battered
figure. "Why were you after Hana?"
Samuel's voice was a low, dangerous
growl. The man, summoning the last of
his strength, looked up and rasped, "Boss told me to keep an eye on the
girl."
Samuel tilted the man's chin up with his
index finger, his gaze piercing. "Why?"
he demanded. The man, struggling to
speak, replied, "To find the right time
and kidnap her... to threaten you."
Samuel's anger simmered just below the
surface. Leaning back, he gave a curt
nod to his men. "Take his head," he
ordered, his voice laced with ice. "Send it
to his boss with a message."
Later, in a grand mansion far removed
from the chaos, a man of Samuel's age
descended a grand staircase. His PA
approached, handing him a gift box with
a grim expression. "News about Hana,"
the PA said. The man opened the box,
recoiling at the sight of his operative's
severed head. Beneath the head lay a
letter, its message stark and
unequivocal: "Consider this your first
and final warning. Harm her again, and I
will bring hell to your doorstep."
Andre clenched his fists, his eyes dark,
face contorts with rage. "SAMUEL!" he
shouts, his eyes blazing with fury with.
Samuel's warning was clear, a testament
to the lengths he would go to protect
the woman he loved. The message had
been received, loud and clear, echoing
through the corridors of power and
betrayal.
Meanwhile, back in his office, Samuel
sits at his desk. He opens a hidden
drawer and pulls out an old photo of
two teenage boys, Samuel and Andre,
giving a hi-fi with blood-stained
stomachs, smoking cigarettes, and
laughing. The names "Samuel" and
"Andre" are scrawled on the back.
Samuel smiles faintly, memories
flooding back.
A flashback reveals a fierce fight. Samuel
is outnumbered by a rival gang, fighting
valiantly. Suddenly, a car screeches to a
halt, and Andre jumps out, mowing
down a few men and joining the brawl.
Despite being outnumbered, Samuel's
gang arrives just in time. In the chaos, a
knife is about to stab Samuel, but Andre
pushes him aside and takes the hit
himself. As Samuel rushes to help him,
Andre, with a pained grin, asks for a
cigarette. They laugh and hi-fi, a
moment of camaraderie amidst the
violence.
Samuel is pulled back to the present by
his PA's voice. "The parcel has been
received," his PA informs him. Samuel
nods, locking the drawer with the photo,
his face a mask of determination. "Good.
Now, let's see how Andre responds," he
says, ready for the next move in this
dangerous game.
Samuel's mind was occupied with
thoughts of Hana's safety even after
sending the parcel to Andre. The threat
was real, and he couldn't afford to take any chances. He decided to pick Hana
up from the university himself, ensuring
her safety. As he pulled up in front of
the campus in his sleek black
Lamborghini students stopped to stare,
captivated by the sight.
Hana was waiting outside with Emily, her
best friend. The moment she saw
Samuel, a wave of relief washed over
her. She quickly said goodbye to Emily
and hurried to the car. Samuel stepped
out, opening the door for her with a
reassuring smile.
"Samuel, is everything okay?" Hana
asked as she settled into the passenger
seat.
"Everything's fine now that you're with
me," Samuel replied, his voice calm but
firm. He drove them home, his eyes
constantly scanning the surrounds for
any signs of danger.