The phone was completely smashed. No matter how fast Julian moved, he couldn’t just drop from the sky.
Besides, the company was in the middle of acquiring new energy firms. He’d have to finish the handover before he could come and get me.
I had to save myself. I couldn’t let that bitch win!
In a panic, my hand fumbled across the nightstand and grabbed the lamp. Without a second thought, I hurled it at the window.
Glass shattered everywhere. As the homeless man froze in shock, I seized the moment and scrambled to climb out.
Shards sliced my skin open,
but before I could make it through, the two men recovered, yanked my legs, and flung me back onto the bed.
Blood poured down my legs. I ignored the pain and instinctively reached down—my hand landed on a jagged piece of glass lodged in my flesh.
I yanked it free and drove it straight into one man’s neck.
“Ahh!”
He screamed as blood sprayed across the face of the other.
“Come any closer and I’ll stab you too!” I screamed, face covered in blood, holding the glass shard like a wild, cornered animal.
“Open the door! Open it now! Open up!” the second man shrieked in panic, pounding on the door before finally kicking it open.
“I—I’m not doing this anymore! She’s crazy! She tried to kill us!”
“Ambulance! Somebody call an ambulance!”
He stumbled out, reaching for Samantha, but she recoiled, disgusted.
“No police! Don’t call the cops! I’ll give you money, okay? You were just unlucky! Shut up! Get out! Leave now!”
Samantha was losing it. If the ambulance arrived and a crowd gathered, someone would definitely post about it online.
She was in a critical career phase—any scandal could be permanent.
The injured man snatched the cash, clutched his bleeding neck, and ran off.
I still held the shard, gripping it so tightly my palm was bleeding, mixing with the blood from my leg, pooling on the floor.
Trailing a path of red, I took a step toward Samantha.
All reason had left me.
All I could think about was tearing her to pieces.
