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Samson’s voice echoed slighth through the phone. “I’m busy right now, but head home as soon as I’m done. Lexi, be a good girl and listen to Mommy, okay? I’ll bring you a cake when I get back”

With that the call ended

inda round the situation strange but didn’t well on it. After all, Smson was an adult. There wasn’t much to worry about.

The nay’s wice tang out, calling them for dinner.

“Are you staving to dinner or heading home? Linda asked William, still holding Lexi

“If you don’t mind, I’d like to eat here,

William replied.

Suit voelt,” she said, caring Lex into the kitchen to wash her hands,

As Lexi scrubbed her small, chubby ringers, she glanced up at Linda. She asked, “Mommy, why does it seem like you don’t really like Uncle William?–

thought you like handsome guys,” she added.

Lindadsheet Lexi down. “And how do you know Mommy likes handsome guys?

When Aunt Lina took me to visit you on set, there were so many super handsome guys there,” Lexi said.

Het love to good looks was obvious. She adored handsome people, just like Linda

“Momy does like handsome guys, but your Uncle Willam isn’t one of them,” Linda replied, choosing her words carefully,

she didn’t want to sav outright that she disliked William, so she used a gentler way to explain it.

“Finish your dinner quickly. It we eat early, we can wait for Daddy to bring the cake. If your tummy’s too full, you won’t be able to sleep well,” she added.

Will stood behind them, overhearing every word. He felt a pang in his chest, suffocated by the weight of it all but unable to find the right words to respond. After all he knew he had on himself to blame.

At Westin Villa

“So, you skipped dinner with the wide and kid to come here? Is my food really better than what’s at home? The man smirked at Samson, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “You know exactly why I’m here.”

Samson shot back, his eyes narrowing with contempt as he stared at the man who still carried himself with arrogant self–assurance.

“t’s just a minor issue, isn’t it? Did you really need to show up in person for something so trivial?

Samson stared at the man. “Just because I’ve stayed silent, you think I’m unaware? Because Thaven’t said anything, you assume I’m okay with what you’ve been doing? “Every move you’ve made has crossed my line. If it weren’t for our years of history, do you honestly think you’d be sitting here having this conversation with me?”

The man remained unshaken. “Mr.Lynch, no need to be so dramatic. What line have crossed? Isn’t your line always about money? Have I touched your money? I’ve been helping you make more.”

“Don’t say that. You mentioned it’s out of our years of history. The reason I’ve done so much for you is because of that history. I respect you because your family has done a lot for me. Without that connection, we probably wouldn’t have any relationship at all.”

The man’s smirk lingered, still defiant However, Samson’s calm demeanor didn’t waver.

“If I pulled the funding you’re running on, how long do you think you could stay afloat? Or do you expect someone in Osmo to hand you a fat check and become your angel investor? Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

Samson’s tone was casual, but the message was clear. When it came to money, the man knew he was at Samson’s mercy

Without Samson’s financial backing, all his current projects would come to a halt.

“Don’t art like you won’t suffer if the project stops. You’ll lose money just like me!” the man barked, finally showing some frustration.

“That’s why told you not to push me.” Samson stood, ready to leave. “And for the record, watching you lose your cool? That’s the part I enjoy the most,”

amocking smile, he left