Chapter 95
At that moment, hearing what the man just said, Samuel’s whole body tensed up. His face twisted with clear rage, his eyes dark and burning with irritation. He wasn’t just angry he was hungry for answers. The calmness in his voice disappeared completely.
"That fool!" Samuel snapped, his voice loud and heavy. "Who the hell does he think he is to interfere in what concerns me?"
Then he slammed his palm hard on the desk, the sound echoing sharply through the study room. The papers on his desk shifted, but he didn’t care.
"I didn’t expect this nonsense," he spat. "But now that someone is trying to show interest in Cora... so soon... I can’t take this lightly."
At that moment he started pacing again, his footsteps harder on the floor this time.
"I knew this would happen eventually, but not this fast," Samuel muttered to himself. "If they want to play this game, fine. I’ll double my efforts."
His fists clenched tightly by his side, his breathing sharp and heavy.
"And when it comes to popularity, when it comes to being infamous... who the hell do they think can rival me?" Samuel sneered. "If not rival, then I’m better than all of them combined."
Then his chest rose and fell, his mind spinning with strategies, with thoughts of how to crush whoever was trying to step into his space.
Then he stopped suddenly and looked back at his phone.
"It must be that same man," he said coldly. "The one who refused me of taking the picture I need, he’s the one that had decided to do this shenanigan right in front of Cora’s company."
At that moment, the man on the other end of the call cleared his throat gently, as though bracing himself before speaking.