Her Tears Are His Weakness

Her Tears Are His Weakness 46

Chapter 45

"I don't have them. I don't know what you're talking abouil❞

"Oh, you don't?" Matthew's eyes flicked to Samantha's backpack, a smug smirk creeping onto his face. "Give me your bag"

"This is mine? Why should I hand it over to you?

"Give it to me!" he snapped, reaching for it.

Samantha tried to resist, but he showed her aside with brutal force. With a yelp, she stumbled backward, her waist slamming against a large flowerpot. The phone in her pocket absorbed some of the impact, preventing her from getting a more serious injury.

Gritting her teeth, she pushed herself off the ground and lunged for her bag. "Cive it back!"

Matthew shot a glance at his bodyguards. "Hold her down!"

muggled, but she didn't stand a chance against trained men. She could only arch helplessly as Matthew dumped the contents of her backpack onto the ground. Papers and longings scattered everywhere, but his hand went straight for the three thick notebooks

He merced. "Good thing

he looked at her disdainfully. "You really are a thief. I can't believe you

heel, ready to leave, but

can't take those. They

kicked her away,

gasped from the impact, he reached down, scooped up the lays that had fallen from her bag, and

in again. People with sticky

Matthew strode off with the designs in hand. His bodyguards

scraped raw against the rough stone pavement, and her legs throbbed in pain. Her hands were coated with dirt

am I supposed to explain this to Grandma? I'm so sorry... It's

helplessness crushed

to act painfully, Samantha felt like an uner

then, bei phone vibrated in

through

call u Missed

see that the screen was completely shattered from t the earlier

her seen. Though the cracks on the scrow, it looked like there was a