At that moment Samuel's words cut through the tension like a blade.
"Calm down from your high heel, Cora," he sneered, his tone dripping with mockery. "You think too highly of yourself. Is it because you've got money now? Is that it? You think you can wave a checkbook around and the world will bend at your feet?" He chuckled dryly, shaking his head as though the very idea of her authority amused him.
Hearing Samuel words Malisa flinched slightly beside Cora, sensing the venom behind every word, but Cora didn't move. She stood there, jaw tight, eyes cold and unblinking as Samuel continued to unload his anger.
"That's the reason you think you can control everything, huh? That you can pull the strings, treat people like pawns and expect them to play along?" Samuel's voice grew sharper, louder, his finger stabbing the air between them. "Well, I'm sorry to disappoint you, that's not the case here, not anymore."
