Chapter 5: Unwittingly Saving a High-Profile Client

The house was deathly quiet. The dining room was deserted, and the doors to his stepmother-in-law’s and sister-in-law’s rooms were tightly shut—a clear sign they were still fast asleep.

Raymond let out a heavy sigh, relieved that his sanity was still intact. He was proud of himself for keeping his head cool and not yielding to the reckless temptation of barging into their rooms to quench his burning desire.

“Off to work, Ray? How come you’re not taking the car?”

Aunt Melly’s sudden voice startled Raymond just as he was about to kick-start his motorcycle.

Bad luck… or a stroke of fortune?!

Raymond’s jaw dropped at the sight of his step-mother-in-law. She was wearing a sheer, see-through nightgown—completely braless. Her silk panties were clearly visible, offering a tantalizing glimpse of her voluptuous body.

“Y-yes, Mom, heading to work. Just taking the bike to avoid getting stuck in traffic,” Raymond stammered, coming up with an excuse while hurriedly strapping on his helmet, unable to endure the mesmerizing view any longer.

He quickly wheeled his bike out the gate, giving Aunt Melly a polite nod.

“Poor Ray… he definitely didn't get any action last night. Rahma is really too much, obsessing over her career while letting her husband suffer like this,” Aunt Melly thought to herself, recognizing the fleeting hunger in Raymond’s eyes as she called out for him to drive safely.

Raymond nearly collided with other vehicles multiple times on the road; his mind was thoroughly scattered, making it impossible to focus.

At a red light, he winced as a reckless motorcyclist cut him off without warning, almost scraping his bike.

“Damn idiot, looking to get killed?” Raymond cursed under his breath.

However, moments later, Raymond watched in shock as the same motorcycle pulled up alongside a luxury car. The rider smashed the car window with a heavy tool and snatched a handbag from the front seat with lightning speed.

The driver’s desperate cries for help echoed down the street, but nearby commuters froze in fear as one of the muggers flashed a long, gleaming blade.

In an instant, Raymond’s chivalrous instincts kicked in. Recklessly twisting the throttle, he gave chase after the fleeing robbers.

CRASH!

A collision was inevitable in the dense morning traffic. The muggers’ bike flipped, throwing both men onto the asphalt and sending the knife skidding across the pavement.

Ignoring his own tumbling bike, Raymond skidded across the road, ignoring the stinging scrapes on his arms.

He scrambled to his feet instantly, tackling the mugger who was clutching the stolen handbag.

THUD!

“Argh!” The mugger hit the asphalt hard. His accomplice scrambled up, but instead of helping, he restarted the fallen motorcycle and sped off into the crowd, abandoning his partner without a second thought.

Raymond let the driver go, focusing his grip on the thief in his arms. The pinned mugger frantically wriggled free, scrambling away on all fours and vanishing into the gathering crowd before the enraged onlookers could swarm him.

Raymond retrieved the stolen bag and approached the luxury car with its shattered window. The driver was stepping out in a state of panic.

“Here is your bag, ma'am. Please check if everything is intact,” Raymond said, handing it over before turning back to haul his motorcycle to the curb. His brave actions drew applause from nearby commuters, though some cursed at the thieves for getting away.

“Thank you so much! Here, please take this to cover your bike’s repairs—” The woman, who turned out to be strikingly gorgeous, hurriedly offered a stack of twenty 100,000-rupiah bills.

“Thank you, ma'am, but that won't be necessary. It’s just a minor scratch. I must be going,” Raymond replied, slipping his helmet back on and preparing to leave, terrified of being late.

“My name is Clara!” the stunning woman called out, stepping closer to his bike to introduce herself.

Raymond lifted his helmet visor. “I’m Raymond. Take care, Clara!” he called back, revving his engine and speeding off.

Raymond quickly put the incident out of his mind; he had to hurry to avoid missing his morning meeting.

When he arrived at the office, he was met with cold, piercing stares from his manager. He was fifteen minutes late thanks to the unexpected ordeal.

Raymond took his seat, shedding his jacket while offering an apologetic nod. “I’m sorry I’m late. There was an emergency on the road.”

“Hmm… Always an excuse,” Bingo, the branch manager, snapped ruthlessly. “Listen up, everyone—especially you, Ray. This contract is your absolute last chance to stay employed at this branch. If you fail to convince this high-profile client today, pack your bags in three days because you're all getting fired!”

By noon, Raymond and two marketing staff members headed out to the headquarters of the high-profile client who had threatened to cancel their massive order.

After waiting in the grand lobby, a secretary escorted them into the CEO’s corner office. Raymond and his colleagues were awestruck by the sheer luxury of the room—crisp, fragrant, and heavily air-conditioned. The secretary motioned for them to sit on the plush leather sofa.

The CEO had her back turned to them, deeply engrossed in an intense phone call. Raymond and his team waited patiently.

When she finally hung up and turned around, her eyes widened.

“You’re from the car dealership branch—wait, it’s you?!” The stunning woman’s eyes lit up, a bright, joyful smile breaking across her face.

“M-Ms. Clara…?” Raymond stammered, utterly stunned to discover that the powerful CEO was none other than the woman he had saved from the muggers that very morning.

TO BE CONTINUED