Samantha's face flushed crimson with rage, a vein throbbing visibly at her temple.
She lifted her chin and spoke in an icy tone, "Sarah, don't flatter yourself into thinking Drake still has feelings for you.
He only pities you.
Need I remind you that he's the father of the child I'm carrying? You'd better keep your distance from him from now on, or I can't guarantee what might happen to you."
"Lucas and I will always stand by Sarah's side.
If anything happens to her, he'll come for you first—mark my words," Beauty retorted, straightening her posture and enunciating each word sharply as she glared back at Samantha.
Had it not been for Samantha's pregnancy, the two might have already come to blows.
After finally seeing Samantha off, their earlier cheerful mood had soured completely.
Beauty sliced into her steak with a frown.
"We were having such a nice time, and then she had to show up—like a fly in the soup."
