Chapter 4

Actions speak louder than words.

This principle works even with your own parents.

After extensive inquiries, I learned that Samuel would be returning to the country soon.

Unfortunately, the paparazzi weren't professional enough. They only knew the approximate time, not which specific flight.

With no other choice, I had to camp out in the airport lobby every day to catch my "future husband".

After three days of staking out, the head of ground staff personally came to shoo me away.

I tried explaining repeatedly that I wasn't some obsessed fangirl, but he just wouldn't believe me.

Since I couldn't get past the first line of defense, I decided to wait at the company instead.

My family wasn't exactly small potatoes, but compared to a multinational corporation like the Newmans that had long gone global, we were basically just a "high-end family workshop".

Even an illegitimate daughter could afford to study at the most prestigious private university in Canada - that showed the Newman family's power.

After battling wits with the parking lot security guard for the Nth time, I finally managed to intercept Samuel.

His driver looked like he'd seen a ghost, stopping the car about 15 feet away from me.

Ignoring the driver's shocked state, I went straight for the back door and yanked it open.

"You're a tough one to catch!" I panted.

Samuel remained very calm.

"Would you like some water?"

A freshly opened bottle of water was offered from the luxury car. The man's lips curved in a smile.

Just as I reached out to take the water, several long camera lenses popped out, snapping photos of Samuel and me.

The LED screen across from the parking lot was playing the news, talking about Samuel's upcoming new round of acquisitions.

Damn, talk about bad timing!

The reporters were originally there for financial news, but upon seeing me, they immediately switched to entertainment mode.

"Who's this girl? Is she from some wealthy family?"

"Rich girls don't ambush people in parking lots. Maybe she's an employee from a company being acquired?"

"Oh my god, I feel like something big is about to happen!"

Samuel got out of the car too and apologized to the reporters.

"I'm sorry everyone, but this young lady's matter seems more urgent. Let's reschedule the interview for another day."

The image of Lucas tying Sophia's shoelaces suddenly flashed through my mind, and my mouth seemed possessed.

In front of all those reporters, I blurted out the plan I had been harboring:

"Samuel, want to get married?"

After a brief pause, all the camera flashes went off.

The man before me froze for a moment, then reached out his long arm to shield me from the commotion.

His smile held a hint of "uninvited guest" conspiracy, perfectly complementing his refined bad boy aura. In that instant, he had me hooked.

"Get in the car. We'll discuss the details."