Damian shifted his gaze away from his phone and peered at Samantha's face as she sashayed to meet him in the room. The strippers were still dancing around the pole, eager to win his heart for the night.
"Good evening," Samantha greeted Damian nervously as she stopped in front of him. She watched his expression shift to a frown as he set his glass cup of hall-filled wine on the table.
"Why are you here?" Damian asked, his voice cold as he looked at Samantha's face again.
"I came to see if—you and I can get along and if you can release my father," she replied nervously, fidgeting with her fingers.
Samantha hadn't been brave enough to chase after a man before. Most men chase after her. Now, she was the one chasing after Damian Tucker, a ruthless mafia boss.
"Hahaha!" Damian laughed cold
