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

with you." He merced. "Good thing I was cautious Othervise, you would've made off

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

nimed on his heel, ready to leave, but Samantha

take those.

Without hesitation, Matthew kicked her away, sending her sprawling to the

scooped up the lays

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

strode off with the designs in hand.

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

do now? How am I supposed to explain this to Grandma? I'm

the distance. The weight of helplessness crushed her, making her wish she could just disappear Why

act painfully,

phone vibrated in

through the

u Missed

see that the screen was completely

cracks on the scrow, it looked like there was a number before