Samantha's heart skipped a beat as she froze in her tracks, her eyes widening as a tall, strikingly handsome man suddenly loomed before her, effectively blocking her path to Zarina.
Zarina stood beside him, her body trembling slightly, while the man's hand rested possessively on her waist. Samantha couldn't help but feel a chill run down her spine as the man's intense gaze bore into her, sharp and penetrating, as if it could pierce through her very soul.
"Kyle! Quickly! Come over here!" Samantha's voice rang out, tinged with urgency and desperation.
Taking a moment to study his physique, Samantha couldn't help but notice the aura of wealth that seemed to emanate from the man.
His impeccable suit screamed luxury, likely worth more than Samantha's entire wardrobe, and the gleam of his watch hinted at a price tag that could easily rival her annual salary. He was the epitome of wealth and power, a man who was blessed with the finer things in life.