CHAPTER 150: CHAPTER 150

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."

At that moment Samuel’s teeth ground together, the sound barely audible but filled with venom. The veins in his neck strained as he leaned forward, gripping the edge of the marble table so hard his knuckles turned white.

"Cora... it’s her. She planned this. Every single bit of it." His voice lowered into a dangerous growl. "And after she exposes everything, after she humiliates me in front of the entire country, she helps that woman escape and then flees herself?"

He let out a bitter, humorless laugh that quickly turned into something darker. "Fine. Let her think she’s smart. Let her think she’s safe. That’s her luck... for now."

He turned sharply toward the manager, his eyes glinting with something cold and unyielding. "Get the people ready. You know the men I’m talking about, the ones we use when things need to be... handled." His tone was so calm now it was almost scarier than his earlier outburst. "Get them ready, because I’m going to Cora’s house immediately. I know she’ll be at home now, and I’m going there."

Hearing what Samuel just said, his manager’s voice carried both urgency and caution. "Samuel, listen to me... what you’re planning is not only reckless, it’s extremely dangerous. Going after Cora now it’s not the best idea. In fact, it’s the worst possible move you could make. The smartest thing you can do right now is leave the country immediately. This... revenge you’re so desperate for why? What’s done is done. The damage has already been done, and chasing her will only make it worse. You need to let it go and disappear before the window you have closes."

Then Samuel’s expression hardened instantly, his gaze darkening like storm clouds. Slowly, he turned to face her fully, his jaw tightening with visible anger. "How dare you?" His voice was low, sharp, and dripping with venom. "How dare you even say something like that? You know exactly what this particular woman has done to me she didn’t just embarrass me, she tried to bury me alive. And you want me to walk away? To leave this country without doing anything to her?"

He took a step closer, his eyes narrowing. "No. I won’t. I still have the opportunity, and I’m not wasting it. Right now, it’s still fresh nobody’s looking for me, no authorities are knocking at my door. I didn’t kill anyone. I didn’t destroy anyone’s life beyond repair. All I did was reject someone, neglect someone, and yes manipulate her into saying what I needed her to say. It backfired, fine. But that doesn’t mean the police are coming after me."

His tone grew more intense, his words rolling out like a declaration. "So no, I’m not running with my tail between my legs. Not yet. Now, while the heat is still in the air, I’m going to deal with that good-for-nothing Cora. And when I’m done, then I’ll leave. So stop trying to talk me out of it. Just get the men ready, and get the private jet ready. I’ll be taking off immediately after. I said it, and I mean it."

There was a tense silence before his manager finally exhaled, shaking her head slightly in resignation. "Okay. No problem. Since that’s what you want, I’ll get them ready and also prepare the private jet. Immediately you are done, you will leave."

**

Cora sat back in the plush comfort of her lavish city room, a faint smile playing on her lips as she sipped her drink. The television glowed softly across the room, the news anchor’s voice replaying the day’s top story, the scandal that had finally put Samuel in the shadows where he belonged. Every word, every image felt like a victory she had earned with precision and courage.

Yes, she had done it. She had taken him down completely, dismantling his influence piece by piece until there was nothing left of his reputation to save. And it was a good thing too. People like Samuel, arrogant, manipulative, dangerous didn’t deserve mercy. They needed to be dealt with swiftly, decisively, and without hesitation.

However Cora felt no guilt, no second thoughts. If anything, she was proud. This was justice, and she had delivered it.

Her mind drifted for a moment, the satisfaction still warm in her chest, until another thought tugged at her. Oliver. She hadn’t heard from him for some time, and the silence had started to gnaw at her. It was unlike him to vanish without a word. She found herself wondering if everything was alright, and the unease in her gut grew heavier with each passing second.

Reaching over to the glass table, she picked up her phone. Her fingers moved quickly, scrolling to his contact before pressing the call button. The dial tone began to hum in her ear as she leaned back, waiting for him to pick up.

But just as the call began to connect, the sudden, sharp sound of the front door crashing open tore through the calm of the room. The door to her house had just suddenly pushed open.

At that moment, Cora’s eyes widened as chaos spilled into her once serene living room. Her security team, the men she had trusted to keep her home untouchable were struggling near the doorway, their efforts useless against the sheer brute force pushing through. She could see them trying to block the intruders, but it was clear they were no match. The attackers moved like a wall of muscle, shoving past them with ease.