At that mont Samuel’s words cut through the tension like a blade.
"Calm down from your high heel, Cora," he sneered, his tone dripping with mockery. "You think too highly of yourself. Is it because you’ve got money now? Is that it? You think you can wave a checkbook around and the world will bend at your feet?" He chuckled dryly, shaking his head as though the very idea of her authority amused him.
Hearing Samuel words Malisa flinched slightly beside Cora, sensing the venom behind every word, but Cora didn’t move. She stood there, jaw tight, eyes cold and unblinking as Samuel continued to unload his anger.
"That’s the reason you think you can control everything, huh? That you can pull the strings, treat people like pawns and expect them to play along?" Samuel’s voice grew sharper, louder, his finger stabbing the air between them. "Well, I’m sorry to disappoint you, that’s not the case here, not anymore."
He spread his arms wide as if to remind her of the scale of his fa. "MK Entertainnt might have made , but I’ve grown past it. I am MK Entertainnt now. I’m the top, the biggest, the best actor in this country for years. I’m loved, adored, cherished by millions almost everybody wants . You really think I’d bow down to you? To anyone?"
He leaned in slightly, his smirk hardening into a glare. "That’s the mistake you’re making, Cora. And it’s going to be your biggest one yet."
Samuel’s voice grew even more louder as he stepped even more closer, his confidence swelling with every word. "You know what, Cora? You should thank for this. Thank that your na is even tied to mine in the public’s eye. These rumors? They’re a gift. A blessing. You should be proud proud that the world thinks you could be standing next to , soone everyone admires, soone everyone talks about. I’m not just an actor anymore; I’m the actor everyone will worship soon enough. A national treasure in the making."
Then he paused only to let his words sink in, studying Cora’s face as if daring her to react. lissa, standing beside her, shifted uncomfortably, her lips pressed tightly together as she glanced between them. Samuel’s tone dipped into mockery, his smirk widening. "So why, Cora? Why are you acting like you’re too good for this? Is it the money? Is that what makes you think you’re above ? Because trust , fa beats fortune every single ti. People may forget billionaires, but they never forget icons, and that’s what I am."
At that mont Malisa was about to speak, but Samuel raised his hand dismissively, cutting her off. "I’m done with this conversation. Say whatever you want, Cora. Terminate my contracts, drag my na through the mud, do your worst. It won’t change a damn thing. Tomorrow, bigger entertainnt companies will be knocking on my door. They’ll be begging for my signature, offering more money than MK ever paid . This whole drama? It’s just a stepping stone. I’m only going higher from here."
Then he turned sharply, shoving his phone into his pocket, his back to them as he prepared to walk away. Each step was filled with self-assured arrogance, as though he had already won. But before he could take another, Cora’s voice cut through the air, it was low, sharp, and cold enough to freeze him mid-step.
"Well," she said, her eyes locked on his retreating figure, "it seems you just made the biggest mistake of your life."
At that mont, hearing Cora words Samuel slowly turned back toward Cora, his expression a mixture of disbelief and mocking amusent. Then he tilted his head slightly, his lips curving into a faint, taunting smile as though her words barely scratched him. The tension thickened; even Malisa stepped back instinctively, sensing the storm that was about to break.
Cora’s gaze didn’t waver. Her voice, calm yet laced with fire, cut through the silence like a blade. "You talk too much, Samuel," she said, each words deliberate. "Your mouth runs faster than your brain, and that’s going to be your undoing. You think you can say whatever you like and walk away untouched? That’s the mistake you just made."
At that mont she took a slow, purposeful step toward him, her heels clicking against the marble floor. "I never wanted this. I didn’t want to drag this any further. But since you insist on disrespecting , since you love humiliating yourself in public and treating like I’m beneath you just because I’m a woman, then I’ll treat you the sa way the world treats fools with no rcy."
Imdiately Samuel’s smirk faltered for just a second, but he recovered quickly, chuckling under his breath. "rcy?" he repeated, sarcasm dripping from his tone. "You think you scare ? Cora, you’ve already lost can’t you see. The mont those rumors went out, people chose my side. They adore . They’ll believe over you any day. You think you can crush because you’re rich? Do your worst." He spread his arms wide in mock surrender, daring her. "I’ll be waiting."
Cora’s eyes narrowed, her voice dropping to a cold whisper that sent chills even through lissa. "Oh, I will. And when I’m done, you’ll wish you never opened your mouth." She paused, letting the weight of her words linger. "Rember this, Samuel anything that goes up must co down. And when you fall, no one will catch you."
Samuel chuckled again, louder this ti, though the tightness in his jaw betrayed the anger simring beneath his façade. "Do your worst,"
At that mont, Samuel’s face twisted with fury as he shot back at Cora, his voice sharp and venomous. "Do I look like soone who cares?" he spat, eyes blazing. "Do whatever you want, Cora. Terminate contracts. Call your lawyers. Threaten all you want I don’t give a damn." His tone dripped with arrogance, every word laced with the confidence of a man who believed himself untouchable.
He stepped even more closer, lowering his voice to a dangerous whisper. "Tomorrow, you’ll see on national television signing my new contract. A bigger one. A better one. And when I do, you’ll realize this isn’t your victory it’s your downfall. I’ll say sothing then... sothing that will shake you to your core."
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