Chapter 397

Samson swallowed nervously and asked cautiously, "Maisy… you didn't stop her, did you?" "Huh? Why not? You were the one who said I should turn away any strange women without appointments. She didn't have one, and she asked for Mr. Jacobson by name, so I stopped her." Samson slapped his forehead. "Oh my God. Are you serious? Why on earth would you stop her? Let her up. No—never mind, I'll come get her myself." Maisy stared in shock. "What's going on, Samson? She really knows Mr. Jacobson?" "Knows him?" Samson was already rushing out of his office. "She's Mrs. Jacobson!" He had barely taken a few steps toward the elevators when he collided with someone. The first thing he saw was a pair of polished black leather shoes and tailored suit trousers. Damn it. He looked up and found Stephen standing right in front of him. "Mr. Jacobson," Samson stammered. Stephen narrowed his eyes, his gaze as sharp as ice. "Mrs. Jacobson? Who?" Samson answered instantly, "Ms. Yates." At that, the