The Heavenly Demon of Terror

(Samuel's POV)

I was just about to take a seat in the hotel restaurant, my fingers lazily tapping the table as Samantha prepared to start our conversation.

Then, I heard it—

The unmistakable sound of high heels clicking against the floor.

I didn't need to look back.

I already knew.

Abigail.

I sighed, rubbing my temples. "Abigail, if you're here to shout at me for that press conference, then please make it quick."

Samantha, however, didn't seem fazed by the sudden interruption.

Instead, she smiled calmly and folded her hands together. "Well, since Ms. Bardot is also here, how about we have a group conversation?"

I turned my gaze to her, genuinely surprised.