UNDER HIS RULES

Beatrice let out a soft groan. Her body felt sore in almost every part. She couldn’t tell what time it was, and she felt reluctant to open her eyes. If it weren’t for the sunlight disturbing her, she would prefer to keep them closed.

Throughout the day, Sam hadn’t allowed Beatrice to even open a window and enjoy the breeze outside. Because of this, Beatrice was determined that if Sam wanted it again, she would firmly refuse.

Her body needed some refreshment.

“Hey,” she called out while pulling the blanket slightly to cover the upper part of her body.

The call made the man turn and chuckle. “Why cover up like that? I’ve seen enough.”

Beatrice furrowed her brow. Her eyes focused on Sam, who appeared to be wearing a shirt.

“Where are you going?”

“I have some business,” Sam replied, briefly grinning. “Help me, will you?”

Beatrice’s forehead creased. “Help with what?”

Sam chose to approach the girl still sitting on the edge of the bed. Her hair was messily tied up, adding to the sexy impression that Beatrice possessed. There were a few red marks there. Perhaps because the owner of the slender neck hadn’t noticed them, they were left exposed like that. Normally, Beatrice wore slightly more covered clothing accompanied by grumbles because Sam would leave marks all over her body as he pleased.

“Help me button up my shirt,” he said, now standing in front of Beatrice, who let out a sigh.

“Can’t you do it yourself?”

“My hands are tired after satisfying you, babe.”

“Sam!” Beatrice exclaimed, disbelieving of Sam’s words. Her face felt hot. If only she could see a mirror, her face would surely be as red as a tomato. Nonetheless, Beatrice’s fingers slowly began buttoning up Sam’s shirt, gazing intently at how the fabric wrapped around his body, fitting him perfectly.Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

“Done,” Beatrice gave the finishing touch with a gentle stroke. She rose from her seat, letting the blanket fall to the floor.

Sam’s gaze remained fixed on Beatrice’s naked body. Just a few hours ago, they had wrestled again as if Sam couldn’t find satisfaction whenever he touched Beatrice’s body. If her neck had many red marks earlier, there were now additional ones around the woman’s chest. They were all the result of Sam’s work, making her breasts proudly swell.

“Did you do it on purpose?”

“Why would I do that?” Beatrice laughed. “Wasn’t it you who asked why it was covered? You’ve seen it plenty of times, right?”

Sam shook his head slightly, following Beatrice’s movements towards the wardrobe. A single thigh-length dress was her choice for tonight. Complete with a bra and underwear to cover the parts that drove Sam crazy.

“It seems like it’s getting late, huh?” Beatrice asked, turning around. Sam, who didn’t want to divert his attention, simply nodded in response.

“You haven’t had dinner yet. Take shower and change clothes. I’ll wait for you at the dining table.”

There was nothing Beatrice could do but obediently nod. Although her mind was wondering, where was Sam going tonight?

***[]***

Sitting while observing the report given by Jack today, Sam was surrounded by three of his trusted men. Each of them looked tense but couldn’t say much. Especially Hugo, who had been protesting because Sam’s ideas and actions were quite risky.

“You can arrange for the repairs in the second week. All the Flown Disco customers already know about the rumors, right?” Sam asked while handing Jack’s tablet back. The muscular man approached Sam, who was sitting in the middle of all of them.

“Done, Boss. Most of them don’t like it and are ready to support you.”

Sam chuckled. Flown Disco was not just a place of entertainment. It housed many drug transactions and beautiful women who could be booked at any time, but they had powerful individuals controlling their bodies for sale. The amount of money circulating there, along with the additional fees Sam imposed, made the ruler accumulate a lot of wealth.

That was just one sector.

Sam held many important positions even though he wasn’t the main controller. He was just a beneficiary of the results provided to him. That’s what had been sustaining him and his subordinates all this time.

It was meticulously organized by Jack. Despite his fierce and intimidating appearance, he was unfitting to be a chief accountant like Sam. He was better suited as a brawler or a true fighter whose presence could protect the boss. Jack could defend himself, skillfully wield a sword, and had a sharp aim. If he shot, his target would either be the heart or the head, and they would undoubtedly die on the spot because of Jack’s actions.

“What if there’s a reorganization on the third floor? Do you agree, Boss?” Jack asked cautiously.

Sam looked at Jack, contemplating for a moment. “Go ahead with it. The most important thing is that my room shouldn’t be changed.”

“Understood, Boss,” Jack obediently nodded. He then bowed down to continue working on organizing what Sam wanted there.

“Boss, I don’t agree with your decision,” Eland finally interjected. “This is a dangerous mission, Boss. It’s like surrendering.”

“That’s my goal,” Sam withdrew his cigarette again. He lit the tip with a lighter. After having dinner together, with Beatrice by his side, as well as his other subordinates, Sam chose to be here. Before his departure to the headquarters.

He was back.

To lure the main mastermind behind Tony’s murder and uncover other things that the mastermind was after. No, Yengki was just the triggerman, not the main controller, and Sam needed the main actor to fall into his trap.

If Gerald came there, challenging him, it would confirm Sam’s suspicions.

Jimmy Lee was behind all of this. His goal was to eliminate Alfred because it seemed like Jimmy knew he wouldn’t be entrusted with the main position. It could be that Alfred was threatened into silence and forced to surrender everything Jimmy wanted.

Unfortunately, Jimmy couldn’t do this alone. He would definitely need the support of a powerful force.

Gerald Hasolomone.

What would happen if Alfred found out that his obedient dog had betrayed him?

Sam chuckled at all his thoughts. It wasn’t just unfounded thoughts. He had asked Anne to monitor the movements of these three individuals, and Sam could draw a conclusion.

“You know Herry won’t play around when it comes to fighting later,” Eland said. “Especially since you’re returning without many troops, Boss.”

“Are you afraid I’ll die, Eland?”

Eland shrugged. “Hugo, what’s wrong with your boss? Can’t he be a little sane?”

Hugo sneered. “He’s sane when he’s in the room with Beatrice.”

“Damn it!” Sam sucked on his cigarette with pleasure.

“I support you, Sam, Eland.” Hugo lightly tapped his boss’s shoulder without any burden or fear. Although Sam immediately glanced at him and looked displeased. “If he dies, I’ll take care of Beatrice.”

Eland scoffed in disbelief, and Jack, who had been concentrated on his work, suddenly widened his eyes upon hearing Hugo’s words. When it came to that name, Sam’s emotions were easily provoked. Like now.

“You idiot!” Sam straightened his body. He immediately grabbed Hugo’s collar, disregarding who that figure was to him.

“You’ve gone too far, Boss.” Hugo grinned. He simply brushed off Sam’s grip. He wasn’t angry at all. Did he have that intention? Not even in the slightest.

Hugo knew how Sam saw Beatrice. “Don’t seek death so easily.” Hugo poured a glass of red wine from Sam’s bottle on the table. “Drink, Boss.” Hugo casually drank the thick liquid. Wetting his throat and savoring every drop that touched the corner of his mouth. “It’s delicious. Try it, Eland.”

Eland sighed softly. Hugo sometimes spoke as he pleased, waking up the sleeping male lion and adding to the annoyance.

“I can assure you that you’ll go to prison this time. And Herry won’t let you go so easily,” Hugo spoke again.

“Then let Herry do that.” Sam smirked. He took the glass Hugo had used to drink and poured a significant amount into it, then casually drank it as if it were just mineral water.

“And?” Eland was curious.

“I’m sure Jimmy’s people will intercept us. My bluff is not just a bluff, Eland. That’s where we start our attack mission.”

“Alfred is behind them,” Hugo warned.

“I’ve assigned Anne to keep Alfred busy. Ah… his subordinates. Alfred must be sleeping soundly with a new woman who has him in a frenzy.”

Both Eland, Hugo, and Jack faced each other.

“Enough, don’t think too much. Let’s go now,” Sam stood up from his seat. His subordinates quickly followed suit. “Jack, you don’t need to come. Stay here. Calculate and protect Beatrice.”

Jack blinked but didn’t argue. “Yes, Boss.”

The recent statement made Eland and Hugo laugh.

“Jack, tell Valdo to expand the perimeter. Monitor the area around the villa even more intensively. The Boss’s lady is here and must be well-protected.”

“Got it, Hugo.” Jack laughed. He patted his own chest as a pledge. “I’ll protect Miss Beatrice with my life.”

Sam sighed. “Hurry!”

Hugo, Eland, and Jack chuckled contentedly. It was the first time they saw Sam being serious when it came to one woman. Usually, it was just a passing fling, forgotten after a long night. Had the ruler finally found his true love?