Chapter 28
- Samantha pov
- Just then, a few guards rushed in to help Clara to her feet. One of them, a tall, burly man with a baton gripped tightly in his fist, glared at me with unbridled fury.
- "How dare you lay your filthy hands on our boss! You must have a death wish," he snarled, his voice low and dangerous. Without warning, he lunged at me, his baton raised high, the gleam in his eyes promising violence.