"There isn't a point in acting hard to get, is there?" Samuel's arrogant voice echoed across the coffee shop.
"Although I do admit a part of me enjoys pursuing you… By now you must be close to running out of money, right? Would you really be so selfish as to let your father perish all because you don't want to submit your body and soul to your rightful owner?"
The man's eyes were about to wander across the shop in search of Scarlett. Until a fist came flying straight at his face.
Boom!
Taken by surprise, Samuel was swept off his feet and sent flying out of the store.
"The fuck? That hurt." Samuel complained, spitting a mouthful of blood and rising to his feet.
Preparing to engage in combat, he froze a second later, bearing witness to the man that had caught him off guard.
