In Radiantia,
Samantha stood in front of the new girls, her cold eyes scanning the room. They looked terrified, huddled together, unsure of what awaited them.
"You’re here to learn how to please your masters. Obedience is key," she said, her voice sharp and commanding. "Do it well, and you’ll survive. Fail, and there will be consequences."
The girls shivered, so glancing at each other nervously. Samantha’s smile was cruel as she continued, "Now, listen closely. This is your life now, and you’d better get used to it."
"I thought you and Xander were going to consider Jennifer’s idea of paying the girls instead," Michelle said from out of nowhere.
She doesn’t do anything in the house except wake up in the morning, eat food, and watch so fashion shows all day till it was ti for bed. When she needed to, she would go shopping with the allowance Xander gave her.
Samantha glanced at Michelle from behind her.
"We aren’t going to consider anything. We prefer this thod and Jennifer can go to hell with her suggestions," Samantha nearly snapped.
"Oh wait, don’t tell you already have bad blood with her?" Michelle asked, eyes widened in shock. "Will you look at that? You always want to have problems with people even when they an well."
Samantha glared at Michelle, fists clenched by her side. She’d been losing her temper every single ti Jennifer’s na was ntioned.
"You need to start thinking before you open your mouth to talk."
Michelle cocked an eyebrow at Samantha in questioning before she shrugged and walked away.
Samantha heaved a sigh as she glared at Michelle’s back until the latter disappeared into the kitchen.
Samantha felt her phone ringing in her pockets so she fetched it out and it turned out the be the least of the people she expected to be calling her.
It was her father, Bruce.
Although they were related by blood, Bruce rarely contacted her and even if he did, it was to talk about business. Samantha tried to rember if she’d scheduled a eting with Bruce but she couldn’t recall anything.
Stiffly, she swiped the screen to pick up the call.
Without bothering to exchange any pleasantries, Bruce started, "I want you to et at the velvet spoon in the next three hours. Dress nice."
Without waiting for her reply, he hung up on the call.
Samantha had to check her phone screen to be sure she was hearing his words right.
"What is he planning this ti around?" She wondered.
Samantha went to her room and ca out wearing a green off-shoulder gown that was so long it nearly swept the floor with each step she took. She topped it off with her signature look, red lipstick, and her usual four-inch heels.
Samantha got into her car and left for the na of the restaurant which was only a half an hour drive from the house.
The place wasn’t crowded, making it easy to spit Bruce but he was with soone. He was with Xander.
Samantha frowned in confusion.
Xander’s eyes slightly went wide when he saw her. His eyes scanned her with an indescribable look. Bruce’s eyes were on him the entire ti with an unpleasant expression.
"It’s good that you’re here," Bruce said, offering her a seat.
She took it, sharing a gaze filled with confusion with Xander.
"Why did you ask to co here?" Samantha asked.
"I brought you here for a date," Bruce replied and instantly they paused, even their hearts stopped beating for a second.
"What do you an?" Xander asked.
"I called Samantha for a date. She has been single for too long already. I want her to marry. She’s already so old," Bruce responded nonchalantly.
Samantha wasn’t at all concerned that Bruce called her old.
She was only twenty-eight and still saw herself as a young person.
However, she was shocked that Bruce would directly set her on a date with...Xander.
Rosy hue ford on her cheeks as she resisted the temptation to blush. She shouldn’t blush in this situation.
"Samantha and I are only friends. We can go on a date together," Xander said and instantly, the blush on her cheeks disappeared.
"I never said I set the two of you up," Bruce stated, his gaze sharp. Their confusion returned, but his next words only deepened their unease. "I don’t like the way you two interact, and I’m sure you’re both aware of that. If I had a choice, I wouldn’t even allow you to work together."
"I can’t have my adopted son and my biological daughter involved with each other. It’s not about it being wrong—you’re not related by blood. I just want soone better for Xander, and you, Samantha, are the last person he needs."
"You’re not the one who tells who is fit to be by my side or not," Xander instantly interjected.
"In that case, let ask you this question to be sure I’m not being misled. Are you in love with Samantha?" Bruce asked, taking them completely off guard.
Xander glared at him for a few seconds before he parted his lips to reply, "I’m not in love with Samantha in the way you think but I’ll protect her from any harm that cos her way."
Samantha lowered her head as she tried to sniffle back the tear that wanted to slip out from her eyes.
Bruce grinned when he saw her reaction.
"That’s good," he said.
"I’m here." They suddenly heard soone say from behind them.
It was a man who was dressed in a clean tailored suit that fitted his physique perfectly, staring at Samantha.
"You must be Samantha," the man said, walking towards her. "I’m Benjamin Santiago." He introduced, stretching his hand for a friendly handshake.
Samantha didn’t shake hands with him and left him hanging there. Then she gave Bruce a questioning gaze.
"That’s the blind date I set up for you," said Bruce as his grin stretched further against his cheeks.
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