Chapter 36

Carla, radiant in a white silk dress that perfectly hugged her curves, looked at him with a mischievous smile. Her dark brown hair cascaded in curls over her shoulders, and her hazel eyes fixed Samson with an unrelenting intensity.

— In the flesh, she replied, walking confidently toward him.

The secretary observed the scene, standing off to the side, looking uncomfortable. She was used to seeing Samson charm all sorts of women, but the camaraderie she sensed between them was different... more personal.

The young woman approached Samson with a wide smile, and the secretary politely excused herself, leaving them alone.

They exchanged a warm embrace. Samson, a bit taken aback, invited her to sit as he took his seat opposite her. After a moment of silence, the young woman spoke, her mischievous gaze seeking out Samson's.

— Big brother, why are you looking at me like I’m a ghost or a stranger? It’s really me, your little sister, she said with a teasing smile.