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

So, they really were with you." He merced. "Good thing I was cautious Othervise, you would've made

at her disdainfully. "You really are a thief. I can't believe you dared to steal something this important.

but Samantha lunged

can't take those.

Matthew kicked her away, sending her sprawling

the lays that had fallen from her bag,

certain people sneaking in again. People with sticky fingers tend to get themselves in trouble,

strode off with the designs in hand. His bodyguards secured the villa

throbbed in pain. Her hands were coated with dirt and blood, and her knees ached so much she

I supposed to explain

distance. The weight of helplessness crushed her, making her wish she could

hands and lowes continued to act painfully, Samantha felt like an

bei phone

the nocifications through the

call u Missed call

out, only to see that the screen was completely shattered from t the

and took a closer look at her seen. Though the cracks on the scrow, it looked like there was a number before the