Without another word, Samuel turned and stormed off. The tension in the air was suffocating as he exited the building, leaving Malisa frozen in stunned silence. Cora stood unmoving, her expression unreadable, though her eyes burned with a quiet, restrained fire.
Moments later, Samuel yanked open the door of his sleek black SUV and threw himself into the backseat. The driver glanced nervously at him through the rearview mirror but wisely kept silent.
Then Samuel's breaths came hard and fast, his chest rising and falling as the weight of the humiliation he had just endured crashed down on him.
With a roar of frustration, he slammed his fists against the leather seat in front of him. Once. Twice. Over and over until the sting of pain shot up his arms and his knuckles reddened. The sharp, rhythmic thuds echoed in the confined space of the car.
