CHAPTER 125: CHAPTER 125

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.

"How dare she," Samuel growled under his breath, his voice low and trembling with rage. "How dare she humiliate me... in front of everyone." His grip tightened into fists, his nails digging into his palms. "She thinks because she’s the boss of MK Entertainment, because she’s rich, because she has power, she can walk all over me?" He let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head slowly.

"She doesn’t know me, a lady for that matter," he muttered darkly. "She thinks I’m just an actor... a celebrity with no claws." He leaned his head back against the seat, eyes narrowing with false bravado. "I may not have anything on her now, but that doesn’t mean I don’t have anything under my sleeves to hurts her."

Samuel’s breaths were uneven, the echoes of his earlier confrontation with Cora still clawing at his mind. His grip on the phone was tight, his knuckles white, as if crushing the device could ease the fury simmering inside him. The faint hum of the car’s engine and the muted city noises outside barely registered; all he could hear was the pounding in his ears the sound of humiliation replaying over and over.

Without giving himself another second to cool down, he scrolled quickly and tapped a number buried deep in his contacts list a number he hadn’t used in months. The kind of number he doesn’t call unless you wanted something...irreversible.

However The phone barely rang once before a voice answered smooth, teasing, and dripping with mockery.

"Well, well, look who decided to call," the voice drawled. "It Seems you’re the talk of the country now, Samuel. Can’t open a screen without seeing your name in flashing headlines. ’National sweetheart in scandal,’ huh? Who’s the lady? The one standing next to you on every trending clip?"

Immediately Samuel shut his eyes, inhaling sharply through his nose, forcing himself not to explode at the provocation. His jaw tightened as he replied in a low, clipped tone, "Don’t start with me. I didn’t call for jokes."

"Oh?" The voice chuckled, unbothered. "So you did call for trouble, then."

At that moment Samuel leaned forward in the seat, elbow propped against his knee, eyes staring at nothing. His voice dropped an octave, cold and deliberate. "Yeah. Trouble. That’s exactly why I called." He paused, his breathing slowing as he let the words hang in the air. "I want to hurt her."

At that moment there was a beat of silence on the line, followed by a curious hum. "Hurt her?" the voice asked, feigning surprise. "Pretty strong words for someone who’s already trending with her name."

"I don’t care about trending," Samuel snapped. "This isn’t about fame, this is personal. She humiliated me. She tore up my contract live on camera, called me out in front of millions. She thinks she can talk down to me like I’m nothing. Like I’m disposable." His fingers tightened around the phone even more, nails digging into his palm. "I want her to understand that not everyone she looks down on will bow to her. She needs to learn there are consequences."

"And what exactly are you asking me to do?" The voice had softened now, almost testing him.

Then Samuel’s lips curled into a grim smile as he stared out the tinted window at the blurred skyline. "You know what I normally do when I call for your service," he murmured, voice low but steady. "So do it for me. Quietly. Quickly. And don’t worry, I’ll play my cards right. It’s not going to be difficult for you."

The line went silent for a beat after Samuel’s last words. Then the voice on the other end chuckled softly, an unsettling calm beneath the amusement.

"No problem," the man said, his tone dark and deliberate. "You know how I work, Samuel. When you’re ready, just set the time and the place. Give me the word, and I’ll have my men move in. Once it starts, there’s no turning back. She won’t just regret crossing you... she won’t even dare show her face in public again."

Hearing the man words Samuel’s lips twisted into a cold smirk. "Good," he muttered, ending the call without another word. The screen of his phone went black, but the fury inside him burned hotter with every passing second. He leaned back into the leather seat of the car, fists clenched tight on his knees.

"She thinks she can humiliate me?" he whispered under his breath, his eyes dark with venom. "Fine. Let her bask in her little moment for now. Soon, she’ll see what real disgrace looks like. I’ll crush her."

**

Meanwhile, inside MK Entertainment’s executive office, Cora sat across from Melissa, her expression calm but her eyes glinting with unshaken determination. Malisa paced anxiously, arms folded, biting at her lower lip as she finally blurted out the question that had been clawing at her since the press conference.

"Cora... what are you going to do now?" Malisa asked quietly, her voice tinged with worry. "You were furious out there. I’ve never seen you like this before. And if Samuel’s behind all this... what’s your next move?"

Cora exhaled slowly, leaning back in her chair, fingers tapping lightly on the polished desk. Then, unexpectedly, she smiled, it was a small sharp smile that sent a chill down Malisa’s spine.

"What am I going to do?" Cora repeated softly, almost to herself. Her gaze hardened, focus sharpening like a blade. "I’m going to put disgrace on Samuel’s life permanently." She leaned forward, her eyes blazing with quiet fire. "I’m going to crumble him so badly that when I’m done, there won’t even be a shadow left of the man he’s pretending to be. That’s what I’m going to do."