Chapter 4: The Sound of a Slap

The next day, I showed up at Samantha’s company with her. Officially, I was there to mediate their “misunderstanding.” In reality, I was there for the show.

Seeing me with a stone-faced Samantha, Olivia’s eyes immediately welled up with tears, hovering on the brink of falling, like a delicate white camellia trembling in the wind.

“Samantha… what’s wrong?”