Liza quickly pulled out her phone and sent a message to her Albert: [Albert, what’s the name of that big shot you mentioned?] The reply came swiftly. [I’m not exactly sure. Even the old man doesn’t know. This person is very low-key and has never disclosed his real name. But at the research institute, everyone calls him ‘God Sam.’] Sam? Liza froze, her heart sinking as she read the word. Her face turned pale, and her voice trembled when she muttered, “Why is Mr. Sam here at the Stone Family estate?” Her mind raced. This man holds the rights to some of the world’s most valuable elements—materials worth $20 million per gram. If it really was him... Before she could process her thoughts further, the man in front of her smiled warmly and said, “I’m here to discuss a business deal about the precious elements with the Stone Family. That includes you, of course.”Liza’s brain practically short-circuited. What?! Her heart thumped loudly as realization crept over her. Everything seemed to fit—his surname, his connections, and now his presence here. A wave of dread washed over her. Taking an instinctive step back, Liza plastered a nervous smile on her face. “Well, I don’t want to disturb you, Mr. Sam. I’ll just be on my way.” Mr. Smith raised an eyebrow, his demeanor still gentle but laced with something inexplicably unsettling. “Miss Susanza , you’re leaving so quickly?” His smile remained warm, but his tone carried a sharp edge. “Have I done something to offend you?” A cold chill traveled down Liza’s spine. Something about him felt off. Though his appearance was refined and his tone polite, his eyes… they were sharp, calculating, and far too calm—like a predator eyeing its prey. Her palms grew clammy as she forced another awkward smile. “You’re overthinking it, Mr. Sam. I just have some urgent matters to attend to. Besides, this is the first time we’ve met, so I don’t know what you’re implying.” Mr. Sam lips curved slightly, his voice still smooth yet full of implication. “If this is truly our first meeting, why do you seem so eager to avoid me? You’re married now, Liza. Shouldn’t we address that?” Liza’s heart skipped a beat. What did he just say? Her eyes widened in disbelief, and she swallowed nervously. Holy sht!* That old engagement… It was supposed to be a joke! Liza hadn’t taken it seriously. Back then, when she was just 18, her family had sought out this “God Sam” to ask about the engagement, and he outright refused. Refused! Since he didn’t want the engagement, Liza assumed it was over and done with. So why on earth was he bringing it up now as though she were at fault? Her anger flared, and she retorted sharply, “Mr. Sam, I have no idea what you’re talking about. I’ll be leaving now!” “Miss Susanza—” Mr. Sam began, but before he could finish, a cold, imposing voice interrupted him. “Mr. Sam, I believe the proper way to address her is Mrs. Liza.” Gavin’s tall figure appeared in the doorway, his gaze sharp and unyielding. He strode over calmly, taking Liza’s hand and holding it firmly in his own. “George will escort you back to your room. You need to rest.” Gavin then turned back to Mr. Sam, his expression cold and unreadable. “Mr. Sam, this way, please.” For a moment, Mr. Sam gaze lingered on Liza before he turned to leave, walking alongside Gavin. Once they were gone, George let out an anxious breath and turned to Liza. “Madam, do you… know Mr Sam?” He frowned deeply, unable to hide his frustration. “That man was definitely pestering you. It looked like he was trying to steal you away! He’s too much! Always trying to compete with Young Master for everything—like that’s ever going to happen.” George shook his head, muttering indignantly. “It’s ridiculous. He’s no match for Master at all!” Liza was completely stunned and at a loss for words. “….” She couldn’t possibly explain that Sam was, technically, her former fiancé. But of course, there was no way she could tell George that. So, she raised an eyebrow nonchalantly and said, “Well, he must be filthy rich!” George immediately wiped the cold sweat off his brow and hurriedly defended, “Not even close to Young Master! He’s nowhere near as wealthy.” Liza blinked in surprise. “Then he must be very powerful, right?” George shook his head with absolute conviction. “No way! Mr Gavin has far more authority than he could ever dream of!” Liza fell silent.If this Sam couldn’t even hold a candle to Gavin, then what on earth had the old man been thinking when he tried to marry her off to him? She quietly grabbed her phone and fired off a message to Albert: [I just saw the big shot in person.] Albert replied almost instantly: [Is he handsome?] Liza smirked as she typed back: [Not even close! He’s not as good-looking as my husband, not as rich, and definitely not as powerful. In short, he’s inferior to Gavin in every single way!] There was a long pause. Then Liza’s next message showed a dreaded red exclamation mark. She stared blankly at her screen. What the… Had Albert just blocked her?! Mr. Sam didn’t linger long at the Stone Family estate before taking his leave. After he was gone, George nervously approached Gavin, practically trembling. “Young Master, Madam just asked me if Mr. Sam is very rich!” Gavin raised an eyebrow, his expression unreadable. “Does she look like someone who needs money?” George swallowed hard, his voice growing even more panicked. “That Mr. Sam has to be up to something shady. You need to be on guard, Master. What if he tries to steal Madam away?” Gavin’s eyes narrowed slightly, his mood visibly darkening as he turned to leave. Seeing this, George quickly tugged at his sleeve. “Master! Wait, wait! Calm down.” Gavin shot him a cold, indifferent look. George quickly let go, retreating a step as he mumbled, “Just think about it, Master… Women like men who are gentle and soft-spoken. Maybe Madam was a little swayed earlier when she spoke with Mr. Sam . You know how women are.” At that, the chauffeur—who had been standing quietly to the side—nearly choked on air. This assistant is out here leading Mr. Gavin straight into a pit!But to everyone’s surprise, Gavin appeared to take the words seriously. Without another word, he walked off with a grave expression. … Liza had been happily chatting away on her phone when she suddenly noticed a tall figure standing nearby. Turning around, she froze in shock. “You’re done already?” “We’re going home,” Gavin said curtly. His tone was calm, but his eyes carried a faint trace of seriousness. “Stay away from Mr. Sam from now on. He’s not a simple man.” Liza nodded immediately. “Don’t worry. I already know that. I have no intention of getting involved with him.” Even if Gavin hadn’t warned her, Liza had already sensed that Mr. Sam was someone she shouldn’t cross paths with. Whatever secrets that man was hiding, it was better to keep a safe distance.