CHAPTER 149: CHAPTER 149

Samuel was almost enjoying the sound of his own plotting, imagining Cora’s downfall, when something caught his attention. His Manager, usually quick to respond, to agree, to scribble notes was silent. She stood there stiff, her expression unreadable, her hands clasped tightly in front of her.

His smile faltered. "What’s this?" he asked, narrowing his eyes. "What’s going on? Is there something else you’re not saying?"

For a moment, she hesitated, her gaze darting away from his. Then, finally, she spoke, her voice low but heavy. "Well... it seems we’ve just gotten ourselves into a very big mess, sir. A mess we won’t be able to get away from." She swallowed hard, choosing her words carefully. "From every indication... I think it’s over. I’m advising you, start getting yourself ready to leave the country. Do it now, while you still can."

Immediately Samuel froze mid-step, the weight of her words hitting him like a cold wave. His brows drew together, his voice tightening. "What?" he demanded. "What is going on? Didn’t you succeed in killing her? Didn’t the live conference go on as planned? What is actually going on? Talk to me."

At that moment, without wasting even a second, the manager stormed toward the small table in the corner where the remote was kept. her movements were sharp, urgent, she didn’t even look at Samuel as she snatched the remote, pressed the power button, and aimed it at the massive flat-screen mounted on the wall.

With a tense flick of his wrist, the screen lit up, and her voice came out low but firm. "You should see this for yourself."

Samuel, still holding his glass, frowned but stepped closer, the sound of his expensive shoes tapping against the polished floor. He turned his gaze toward the screen, and the very second the broadcast came into focus, his entire body froze. His eyes widened. The blood drained from his face.

"What... the hell... is this?" he breathed, almost stumbling backward. He gripped the arm of a nearby chair to steady himself, his knees suddenly feeling weak. The words coming from the TV seemed unreal, impossible, yet they were there, loud, clear, undeniable.

Then the shock broke, replaced by fury that exploded out of him in a roar. "HOW?!" His voice bounced off the walls. "How the hell did this get out? What is going on?!" His breathing quickened, his chest rising and falling as rage twisted his features.

At that moment his mind was racing, and then the realization hit him like a punch to the gut. "That bastard... that foolish Rebecca!" Then his hands clenched so tightly around his glass that it was a miracle it hadn’t shattered already. "She actually double-crossed me! Not just that she decided to finish me completely! WHY?! Why would she do something like this?!"

He paced in quick, uneven steps, words spilling from his mouth like venom. "Every single conversation I had with her in that room... everything! She recorded it all and played it during the live conference. Instead of doing what I told her to do, she went and exposed me line for line, every damn word! Now I’m exposed! I can’t even move, can’t do anything anymore! What the hell is going on?!"

In a fit of rage, Samuel hurled the glass in his hand toward the TV. The sound of shattering glass mixed with the crack of the screen breaking, black lines immediately streaking across the display. However the destruction didn’t calm him, it only fueled the storm inside.

"What the hell is this?!" he roared again, gripping his hair. "Why would she do something like that? I’m going to kill her! I’ll kill her! Nothing, nothing is going to stop me from killing her!"

But his manager stepped forward, her voice steady despite the chaos. "You need to calm down," She said firmly. "This is not the time to be throwing jabs or making threats. This is the time to run. Leave the country, immediately while you still have the chance."

Immediately Samuel turned sharply, his glare cutting into her. "And what is the benefit of me leaving the country? Like, what is the benefit?"

However Samuel’s voice was low at first, almost like he was speaking to himself, but the bitterness in it cut through the air like a blade. "What is the benefit," he said slowly again, his jaw tightening, "when everything is already gone? When everything has been turned upside down?" His tone rose with each word, the anger bubbling dangerously close to the surface. "Tell me what’s the benefit of leaving when the life I built has been burned to the ground? When the name I made for myself has been dragged through the dirt?"

The manager didn’t flinch. She took a slow breath, then stepped closer, his eyes narrowing. "There’s more benefit than you think," She said, her voice calm but unyielding. "You can leave quietly, keep your head down, and never come back. Disappear. Start something new. Venture into something else anything. But here? Here you are finished, Samuel."

She let the words sink in for a moment before continuing, his tone turning cold and factual. "I can categorically guarantee you no director, no producer, no casting agent will give you a role in any movie again. Your career here is dead. And if you stay in this country, you’ll be nothing more than a walking target. People hate you now. They’re not even hiding it. You need to see your social media posts, go look under the comments. Every single one is exploding with rage. They’re tearing you apart in every language possible."

At that moment Samuel’s jaw clenched tighter, but the manager pressed on. "This isn’t just bad publicity, it’s poison. Every hour you stay here, it spreads. And it’s not good for your mental health. You need to leave. Now."

For a brief moment, Samuel was silent, his eyes darting toward the broken TV as if imagining Rebecca’s smug face staring back at him from the shattered screen. His breathing slowed, but the fury in his eyes burned hotter.

"Well..." he finally said, his voice low but dangerous. "You have a point. What you said is true." He looked up, with a cruel smirk spreading across his face. "But I cannot, will not leave this place without killing or destroying the person who started all of this. I can’t just walk away knowing she’s still breathing, knowing she’s still out there smiling while my life burns."

Then his eyes darkened completely now. "Cora. She’s the one who started this. And since Cora has put it upon herself to destroy me, I will also destroy her. Before I leave, I want to destroy Cora. I want to end Cora permanently before I leave."