At that moment Samuel's face twisted with rage, his voice exploding like thunder. "Where is she? Where is that bastard of a lady? That bastard of a wife who thinks she can destroy me, where is she?!" His glassy eyes darted around the room as if searching for her, his chest heaving with every furious breath.
The manager, though clearly uneasy, kept his voice steady. "According to the information I've just received… she's already left the country."
Samuel froze for a split second, then his brow furrowed sharply. "What?"
"She was gone the moment the press conference ended," the manager continued carefully. "Not a second wasted. She left immediately. And judging by how smooth it all went, this wasn't a spur-of-the-moment decision. No… this was planned. Every step. Every word. Every move. She had this mapped out long before today."
