Chapter 36
At that moment, upon hearing what Malisa had just said, Samuel’s representatives could barely hold their expressions together. The man in grey dropped his gaze to the floor, letting out a slow exhale, while the woman beside him gave the faintest shake of her head, disbelief written all over her face.
They knew Samuel too well.
He was not the type to follow rules—especially rules that placed him beneath someone’s thumb. The idea of being monitored, of walking on eggshells, of having his every action scrutinized by someone he had just insulted? It sounded impossible. This was Samuel Callum. The star who had always done things his way. And now... now he was expected to behave?
They were certain he wouldn’t sign. They were sure he would throw the contract aside, storm out, and call some other agency within the hour demanding triple the offer. That’s what he had always done. That’s who he had always been.
But then—something shifted.
Samuel looked up at Malisa, and instead of the usual arrogance, his face held something else: a strange mix of humility and curiosity. His pride still burned within him, yes—but something about Cora’s presence had shaken him. Deeply.
He took a moment, then asked quietly, "Is that the only rule?"
Malisa didn’t miss a beat. She folded her arms and nodded firmly. "Yes. That’s it. No drama. No arrogance. No reports. One headline, one complaint, one verified issue—and your contract is terminated. Cora is serious, Samuel. Dead serious. You’ve seen how she works. There won’t be warnings. It will be final."
Silence stretched across the room.
Samuel’s representatives exchanged a glance. This was it—they expected him to erupt, to tear the contract in half, to walk away with fury.
Instead, Samuel nodded slowly.