Chapter 45
“I don’t have them. I don’t know what you’re talking abouil”
“Oh, you don’t?” Matthew’s eyes flicked to Samantha’s backpack, a smug smirk creeping onto his face. “Give me your bag”
“This is mine? Why should I hand it over to you?
“Give it to me!” he snapped, reaching for it.
Samantha tried to resist, but he showed her aside with brutal force. With a yelp, she stumbled backward, her waist slamming against a large flowerpot. The phone in her pocket absorbed some of the impact, preventing her from getting a more serious injury.
Gritting her teeth, she pushed herself off the ground and lunged for her bag. “Cive it back!”
Matthew shot a glance at his bodyguards. “Hold her down!”
muggled, but she didn’t stand a chance against trained men. She could only arch helplessly as Matthew dumped the contents of her backpack onto the ground. Papers and longings scattered everywhere, but his hand went straight for the three thick notebooks
sil, well. So, they really were with you.” He merced. “Good thing I was cautious Othervise, you would’ve made off with them.”
His gaze darkened as he looked at her disdainfully. “You really are a thief. I can’t believe you dared to steal something this important. You’re lucky I’m not breaking your legs for this.”
He nimed on his heel, ready to leave, but Samantha lunged forward and grabbed onto his part leg
“Give them badd You can’t take those. They belong to Grandma!”
“Get off me!” Without hesitation, Matthew kicked her away, sending her sprawling to the ground
As she gasped from the impact, he reached down, scooped up the lays that had fallen from her bag, and glanced at his bodyguards.
“Lock the place up when we leave. Can’t have certain people sneaking in again. People with sticky fingers tend to get themselves in trouble, after all.”
With that, Matthew strode off with the designs in hand. His bodyguards secured the villa before following him
Samantha was still on the ground. Her palms and less had been scraped raw against the rough stone pavement, and her legs throbbed in pain. Her hands were coated with dirt and blood, and her knees ached so much she could barely move. She was a meit
“What do I do now? How am I supposed to explain this to Grandma? I’m so sorry… It’s all my fault.”
Tears spilled down her cheeks as she watched the nights of the black sedan fade into the distance. The weight of helplessness crushed her, making her wish she could just disappear Why couldn’t she even handle something this simple? Why was she so useless?
Ar hands and lowes continued to act painfully, Samantha felt like an uner failure.
Just then, bei phone vibrated in her pocket.
out the nocifications through the broken glass.
Incoming call u Missed call calls.
wiped has tears away and pulled it out, only to see that the screen was completely shattered from t the earlier impact. She could barely mak
Samantha wiped her face and took a closer look at her seen. Though the cracks on the scrow, it looked like there was a number before the “3” Was that a 13? Had Leonardo called her 13.
Her breath hinded she couldn’t believe her eyes.
Desperately, she pressed the call button. She knew she needed to explain everything Leone be because saged
However, the screen was too damaged he matter how hard she pressed, she could place the call. Panicking, she tried again, jabbing at the shattered glass with increasing urgency until the stern flickered and went completely black.
The pluse stopped viteating, and she couldn’t get any messages anymore either.
She had to find a way to call Leonarde. But his number was saved on her phone, and the only other place she might have it was on a business card build somewhere at home. She couldn’t semember where she’d put it, she’d need to go back and search for it
On top of that, she had another problem–she didn’t have any money. She couldn’t even take a cab.
If she wanted to bow someone’s phone, she’d still need to verify her number to log in and access het contacts. I
But who would lend her a phone and also let her swap in het SIM card?
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