C62 I CHOOSE STEFAN STERLING OVER YOUR EMPIRE

The moment the words left her lips, the air in the room shifted. A strange stillness followed, like everyone was holding their breath.

Samuels' short snort broke the silence.

He leaned slightly against the rail of the step, arms folded, a smirk curling on his lips like something sour. “You really have a lot of gut coming here,” he said, eyes narrowing, voice low and heavy with disdain