She fell silent for two seconds, then, with serene body language, Beauty picked up the glass of juice on the table and poured it over Samuel.
Her eyelashes fluttered slightly, her face calm and composed.
"Samuel, you're such a jerk!"
Teetering on the edge of tears, she picked up her bag from the chair and briskly ran towards the door.
Everyone around them gawked at them, assuming they were a bickering couple.
Taxis in this area of the City were hard to hail.
Beauty, standing in the stifling summer sun, watched as vehicles streamed past.
Sweat trickled down her face, yet not a single taxi was willing to stop.
Frustrated, she stamped her foot.
"Hey, beautiful, need a lift?"
A black Rolls-Royce pulled over.
Drake lowered the window, stuck his head out to greet her, his idiotic smile revealing two rows of even teeth.
Beauty coolly peered inside the car and said: "Strange, no girls in your car today?
There are usually two or three in your car.
