Chapter 80

Samuel took Shirley to one of his secluded properties, a place he rarely visited. During the day, housekeepers would clean it, but by night, only two security guards stood watch at the gate. The gates opened, and the Porsche glided in. A moment later, Samuel got out of the car, cradling Shirley in his arms. Once inside, he carefully laid her down on the sofa. Shirley looked as if she were simply asleep. Her dark hair spilled across the sofa, a striking contrast to her fair skin, which, flushed pink from the alcohol, glowed softly. She looked delicate, almost like a flower in full bloom. She was utterly enchanting. Samuel stared at the woman who had been by his side for six years, his expression complicated. He stood there for a long moment, just watching her. Finally, he reached out and slipped the bag off her shoulder to make her more comfortable. As he did, her phone slid out of the open bag. Samuel paused, hesitating briefly before picking it up. Acting on impulse, he unlocke