Chapter 3 Part 3: Who's this guy

Amanda had rented a red 1957 Chevy Bel Air, matching the color of her lipstick and the ribbon in her hair - sexy. It was a vintage American car with a roof that opened, roaming Havana's streets.

Now, the beautiful woman with the below-the-shoulder haircut had to go home. The day had changed, and when Amanda looked at her watch, her hands were already at one. Amanda started the engine of her car until suddenly there was a sound-

Brak! (The car door closing very loudly)

A strange man, whom Amanda didn't know, entered her car at one o'clock in the morning. Then, he gave her an arbitrary order.

"Start the car. Now!" Those three words sounded so arrogant to Amanda's ears.

"Who are you? Get out! Now!" Amanda shrieked loudly. It was only natural for a woman to scream when she felt threatened.

Matthew Wallace. The man who had just barged into her car was sitting in the passenger seat with great swagger. Crossing his right leg, he commanded as he pleased, without saying please. After all, what for? Because a BOSS never says please.

No need to ask, is he handsome? You can imagine yourself with an Indo-German face, 192cm tall, brownish skin adorned with perfect biceps, and tattoos that add to his masculinity. It only takes one word to sum it all up.

He is so hot than hell!

The German-born man is a dangerous figure. Matt is the Big BOSS, who is above the other Bosses. He dedicated the De Opera Hotel to his late mother and Juliet De Opera, spread across several countries. But Apartments and Housing are also a front to cover his dark business-casinos, firearms sales, bombs, war rations, narcotics, and thousands of ghost companies.

Matt's Ghost Company is responsible for money laundering all over the world. He divided his assets into several parts handled by thousands of Ghost Companies, broke his company into many companies, and even created companies within companies. So that Matt would remain anonymous. Untraceable.

Back to the current situation.

Matt was getting impatient because he was being chased by time. More specifically, two hours ago, he had felt two men following him. Matt could guess who they were. Most likely, they were sent by his business rival, whose market in Afghanistan Matt had taken over a few months ago.

"You need to get this car running now, or it will crash!" Matt's order was harsh, sounding dominant.

Amanda wasn't afraid to retaliate. "What!? Wretched? You must be a bad person, I'll report you to-"

Matt interrupted. "Now! Run the car, now!" Looking back. He was followed by Amanda, who also looked back. Amanda saw two men in leather jackets walking towards their car. And Amanda's gut feeling told her something terrible would happen if she didn't start the car now.

"Start the car! Now!" Matt said firmly.

Amanda hurriedly started the car and immediately stepped on the gas pedal. Amanda drove like a Formula One driver with the maximum speed that night.

Amanda focused on driving with her brain constantly thinking that she had to leave that place immediately. Then she quickly got rid of the arrogant man who kept talking on his cell phone in German while Amanda became the man's driver. Even the taxi driver always heard the words please from his passengers. Annoying.

A few minutes later, they arrived at a well-lit and busy street, and Amanda stopped the car. She was followed by Matt, who hung up the call.

Matt let out a rough breath. "Hah! Good thing you started the engine right away." He muttered.

Amanda did not respond to the man's words and instead took mineral water from the dashboard of her car. Yes, water would help her eliminate the panic so she could think properly.

As she was about to put the bottle back, Amanda's eyes fell on the fingers of the man next to her.

Chopard blue ring? Thin beard? Italian musk? And the voice?

I know who this guy is. Amanda thought.

Not wanting to waste time to vent her frustration, Amanda immediately-

PLAK!

"Hey lady, why did you hit me on the head?" Asked Matt, confused and annoyed.

"You!" Amanda pointed right at Matt's face. She tried to use all her courage to make a calculation.

"You're a fucking asshole who dared to hug my body carelessly! You must have been following me on purpose and creating drama like earlier, right?" Amanda raised her tone slightly.

"Wait, when did I hug you?" Matt asked, even more confused.

"Festival... at the festival." Then Amanda began to raise her hand to try to hit Matt again.

But apparently, Matt's hand parried it first. Of course, Matt remembered everything. Festivals, with many people crowding around, were the best places to hide and spy on his enemies. But he didn't expect that the random girl he used as a shield was the woman in front of him.

"Purpose? Wild rose? Is that you?" The purpose was the tattoo on the back of Amanda's slender neck. And wild rose was the fragrance of the perfume she used.

"Ha?" His tone was trying to confirm. Amanda was only surprised by Matt, who immediately recognized the scent of her perfume, even noticing the small tattoo on the back of her neck.

"Well, your neck is beautiful. And your tattoos are pretty." Matt said flatly.

It didn't sound like a flirtation, but it sounded nice.

Amanda was silent and

surprised by the man's sudden comment. Should Amanda say thank you?

Thank you. When a man complimented one of her body parts, it looked like a lewd act.

Then Matt suddenly got out of the car. Amanda thought he would leave, but he didn't.

But he didn't. Matt turned around and forced Amanda to move to the passenger seat.

"What?" Amanda asked, exasperated.

"Move now. I'll drive."

"No, you can walk or take a taxi."

"Really?" Matt looked at Amanda with a smirk.

Then, she quickly took off the woman's seatbelt, picked her up, and sat Amanda in the passenger seat. Amanda couldn't even struggle because the man's burly hands had a much firmer grip on her.

Although slightly annoyed, Amanda wanted to see what the man would do next.

"Hey." Amanda spoke up first. "You're not a bad person, are you?" She asked to make sure.

"Evil or good, that's for others to judge. I can't judge myself." Matt replied casually.

"Not only are you arrogant, but you're also good at arguing."

Matt didn't take offense to Amanda's comment. "Businessmen have to be good at everything," Matt replied, even more arrogant.

"Oh, so Mr. arrogant is a businessman."

"Just trading, engaged in export-import." By export-import, I mean you must understand. "So, you, what do you do?" Matt asked Amanda.

"Chef."

"Then you have to cook on my yatch."