Chapter 42BIANCA’S POVMr. Sam was my father’s right-hand man, or I would say our family concierge. He worked closely with my father since I was a little girl, handling various responsibilities to ensure smooth operations and meet the needs of our family.Some of his tasks included helping my father manage the operations of his construction company, managing his schedules, appointments, our family travel arrangements, event planning, special occasions, and also sourcing important information. At times, he took me and Thea to school and brought us back when both of my parents weren’t available. Several times, he attended our PTA meetings.Since I couldn’t decide if Richard was lying or telling the truth and Nina would definitely lie when I confronted her about the matter, Mr Sam was the right person for the job. With his connections and how good he was at his job, I believe he’ll find out about Richard’s past life and relationships; who he’s been involved with or was involved with, i

Chapter 44BIANCA’S POVI stayed in the bathroom for a while, not because I was sad – although thinking about everything that happened between me and Richard and every other thing that followed made me a bit down. I lingered there because it was so clean and beautiful, I could almost sleep in it.The bathroom was fancy with marble floors, gold accented fixtures, frosted windows for privacy, a large bathtub, a shower cap that could fit two people, a stack of plush towels, and all sorts of high-end skincare products you can imagine – cleansing foam, moisturizers, scrubs, masks, soaps, fragrances and more. Even though most of them weren’t my usual brand, I used everything available. I bathed like there was no tomorrow, enjoying the luxury.Seeing all this made me wonder about his source of wealth. I know he is the Alpha’s son and all, but wow! This was way beyond anything I imagined. He mentioned renting out the place to vacationers who could afford it, meaning the rent was quite high.

Chapter 46BIANCA’S POV“Okay, thank you for telling me.” “I’m always at your service Mrs. Bianca,” he bowed slightly.I turned away from him, took a deep breath and pulled the luggage to my room, trying to keep a stoic expression. I didn’t understand why Richard was still angry. I know I ruined his expensive iPhone but it was an accident. If there was anyone that should be angry in this situation, it should be me. And not him. Instead, he should be apologizing, trying to win me back and make up for being a cheat.I entered my room, closed the door, and quickly started unpacking, hoping to find something casual to wear. I wanted to unpack everything and arrange them neatly, but time wasn’t on my side. I had to meet Mr. Sam before it was late. He closes for the day by 6 pm because he is time-conscious and values rest, and I also needed to figure out a way to arrange a ride for my parents before 4 pm.I opened the first luggage and my face scrunched up in irritation on seeing it was p

Chapter 48BIANCA’S POVUpon entering the coffee shop, a sigh of relief escaped me as I looked around and noticed that Mr. Sam hadn’t arrived yet.The coffee shop was a comfy spot with warm-coloured walls and cosy, mismatched furniture. The air inside carried with it the inviting scent of freshly brewed coffee mingling with the tempting aroma of snacks and desserts. Pleasant voices from the background radio kept customers informed about the latest news, mixed with occasional music and commercials playing during breaks.The countertop was filled with delicious tempting pastries and desserts, and the baristas behind it looked friendly and easy-going, always smiling while chatting with customers. Overall, the place was a great hangout spot and perfect for striking business deals and getting some work done. I was happy that Gideon recommended it.I went to the counter and reserved a table for two. For my order, I wanted something different for the afternoon, so I chose an iced latte and a

Chapter 50BIANCA’S POV I was seated several inches away from the entrance door of the shop, but facing directly toward it, so spotting Mr. Sam was easy. Bernard wanted to speak, but I gestured for him to hold on, then stood up and waved for Mr. Sam to see me. He acknowledged with a nod and began making his way toward me. “I’m sorry,” I apologized to Bernard as I sat back down, my expression turning sour. “My guest is here.” “Ok,” he shrugged his shoulders to show it was no problem. “I guess I should be taking my leave then.” As he began to rise, I reached out and took his hand, gazing up at him. “Please we’ll continue this conversation. I need to know who that girl was and what Richard did to her.” He nodded with a somewhat solemn expression on his face, and I let go of his hand. “In that case, I think we should exchange digits to keep in touch,” he said, reaching down his pocket to grab his phone. “Ok,” I concurred, opening my purse to grab mine. He grabbed my phone swiftly,