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

can't believe you dared to steal something

heel, ready to leave, but Samantha lunged forward and grabbed onto

can't take

me!" Without hesitation, Matthew kicked her away, sending her sprawling

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

up when we leave. Can't have certain people sneaking in again. People with sticky fingers tend to get themselves in

in hand.

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

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

The weight of helplessness crushed her, making her wish she could just disappear Why couldn't she even handle something this simple?

lowes continued to act painfully,

phone

nocifications through

call u

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

cracks on the scrow, it looked like there was a number before the "3"