Fuck that Arranged Marriage! 3

"What do you mean?" Samantha said, turning her head again, and this time her body too, sitting back up. Jason went around the sofa, standing in front of her and then crouching down to her level.

"I will help you… But I want this company." Jason said in the manner of a serpent. "You understand it too. If your father pulls away his money and connections, that will leave you with practically nothing. You might be able to salvage something in the form of connections... But you need cash flow. And you also need new connections. That is where I come in."

Samantha gazed into his eyes, and then in the next moment when he grabbed her chin, lifting her head to meet his, only to have her look into his eyes with a daze, she could only see a smirk on his face, planful, and conniving as if he had been planning this for a long time. She felt a bit of fear at that moment... who was this man?