The autumn wind howled mournfully as Sarah stepped off the plane, pulling her luggage toward the parking lot.
From a distance, she spotted a familiar silhouette—Samantha.
Both women froze momentarily upon recognizing each other.
Sarah slid her sunglasses onto her face, casting a frigid glance in Samantha's direction before quickening her pace to merge into the crowd.
"Long time no see.
Is that how you greet an old friend?"
Samantha stood with one hand resting on her heavily pregnant belly, her assistant beside her dutifully managing her luggage and handbag. Her expression was icy, devoid of any warmth as she stared at Sarah.
"Excuse me, I'm in a hurry.
Move aside, would you?"
Sarah paused just long enough to shoot her a disdainful look before attempting to stride past.
But Samantha seized her arm with surprising force, her voice dripping with venom.
"Sarah, don't think just because Drake favors you now, you're untouchable.
