She screamed out as he counted down the final number.
......
Time stopped abruptly at that moment.
Sam remained motionless.
She, too, did not dare to move.
Lacey was putting her life on the line.
She was betting on her chances.
She was betting on whether she could get out of this mess.
Lacey was well aware that she had earned a bad reputation.
People on the internet chastised her for her lack of self-respect, shamelessness, and mistress status.
Hence, yelling those words made it even more evident that she was a girl with no self-respect.
A few seconds later, Sam got up and glanced at her with a pair of gloomy eyes.
Lacey forced herself to look into those terrifying eyes of his.
Then, on the corner of her mouth, a faint smile arose. "Sam," she tried calling.
Sam's icy face turned grim. "Dream on." He said icily as his fingers abruptly grasped her chin.
Lacey noticed the disgust in his eyes, all but exposed.
She knew that at this point, she was safe.
"Am I not qualified?" She bit her lower lip and gave him a timid look.
"If I ever find out you're using tricks on me—" Sam sneered. His fingers, which had been gripping her chin, began to wander over her face.
Lacey stiffened up instantly.
"You're doomed!"
Despite his faint smile, there was a chill in his eyes.
He then got to his feet.
Lacey remained silent. Her clenched fists betrayed her nervousness.
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