Chapter 19

Chapter 19 In Another While

“You insolent brat! Hand over the ten billion and the property deed!”

Must she hand them to him just because he said so?! Samantha sneered sarcastically and tucked the property deed into h clothes. Then provocatively, she said, “You want it? Come and get it!”

“You asked for it!” The middle–aged man took out a sharp dagger from his waist and attacked Samantha with great speed, thinking she would be an easy target. Much to his dismay, she had learned self–defense.

He attempted to stab Samantha several times with the knife but missed every time. Instead, Samantha seized the man’s blade when he wasn’t paying attention and slashed the man’s am.

Forced by Samantha, the man kept retreating and was eventually cornered on the hood of his own car. When Samantha tried to crow his heart, the man kicked the knife his car, and escaped.

away, got into

Meanwhile, Samantha smiled icily. A hitman like you think you can kill me? Huh, garbage.

She dropped the knife and went to her now–wrecked car, feeling devastated by it. Driving was no longer an option, nor did she have a phone, and she was far away from Finley’s mansion.

Worse, she was on an uphill road that would take a long time to come down, even with a car, let alone walking. However, she couldn’t just stay in this secluded place overnight, could she?

No, Finley’s still waiting for me at home. I have to go back. She mused and abandoned the wrecked car, jogging back to the mansion.

It was already 9 p.m., but Finely was still dealing with the company’s affairs on the couch.

Daphne had reheated dinner several times, yet Samantha still hadn’t returned. Moreover, Finley hadn’t eaten either, Concerned, she approached Finley. “Mr. Dean, I’ve reheated dinner several times. You barely ever start eating past 8 p.m. Why haven’t you eaten tonight?”

“What time is it?” Finley inquired casually.

“It’s already past 9 p.m. If you don’t eat soon, I worry your gastric problem will relapse.”

Due to Finley’s past habit of irregular meals, he developed a stomach condition, so now, he needed to take his meals regularly and on time. Sometimes, when he worked late into the night, he would also occasionally have supper. However, not only did Finley not have his lunch on time that day, but he still hadn’t had his dinner either. Daphne genuinely worried. his intensive work might take a toll on his health.

Finley glanced at the door. He didn’t know what he was expecting, as he knew she wouldn’t come back. However, he still wanted to wait a little longer.

“In another while.”

“But, Mr. Dean…”

Daphne had barely spoken up when Samantha, sweating profusely and looking disheveled, walked in from the door. She leaned against the doorway, catching her breath for a while.

Good Lord, Finley’s house is way further than I expected! And that uphill road, man, it’s a miracle my legs are still intact.

Samantha was now tired, hungry, and thirsty. Although she picked a few fruits on the way to curb her hunger, she was still famished.

Approaching Finley, Samantha saw him still working on the laptop and instantly snatched it away, closing it. “No more working so late anymore. What if you overwork yourself?”

Finley paid no attention to what Samantha said, for his gaze was fixed on her injured arm, where there was a large abrasion, and her feet were covered in small wounds. Finley’s gaze turned grim, but he remained silent.