Chapter 98

Shelmaine snapped, "Watch yourself, Samuel! How dare you tell me all this while Natasha is still inside? Have you no shame?" Samuel was about to argue when his phone rang. He kept his grip on Shelmaine as he picked up the call and greeted the person on the other line. Shelmaine stood close enough to him to hear Natasha's voice on the other line. "Sammy, where are you? You've been gone for a while." "I went to the restroom," Samuel lied. "I thought something had happened to you. I'll head over there," Natasha said. "No need. I'll be going back to the hall soon. Stay where you are or you'll get lost," Samuel said, cajoling Natasha even as he held Shelmaine in place. He was a seasoned player, through and through. The thought crossed Shelmaine's mind as she shot him a withering look, marveling at his audacity. Natasha whined, "But I'm worried about you." "What are you worried about? Did you think I'd come out and plow my ex-wife or something?" "That wasn't what I meant. I just—"