Nemesis Game novel Chapter 65

Samantha Powell coldly looked at Ruben Knight’s eyes, her fingers hanging by the side of her waist clenched slowly. Crimson blood dripped from her fingers, her palm still had fragments of the broken flowerpot from before.

“You’ve overpraised, Mr. Knight.” Samantha said indifferently, “I can’t compare to Mr. Knight’s lying in order to defend Peyton Moore in every possible way.”

Her eyes were calm, deep down was a layer of ashes that was about to extinguish.

It was as if that was her only hope.

Ruben couldn’t stand to hear Samantha’s gloomy talk. He grabbed her wrist and forcefully dragged her in front of him.

“Are you jealous?” he smiled lightly, eyes narrowed.

As if she heard a funny joke, Samantha laughed so hard that her tears were coming out, “Jealous? Mr. Knight you’re not sick, are you?”

Only then did Ruben notice the blood on her hand and his gaze deepened, “Your hand--”

“It’s none of your business!” Samantha forcefully shook him off, her eyes filled with a bone-chilling look.

Ruben gripped her slender wrist with force and questioned, “Is this how you treat your life-savior? Huh?”

“I didn’t ask you to save me. At worst, it was just getting dealt with by the Baker family.” I pulled through disfigurement, do you think I would still be afraid of this so-called humiliation?

Samantha gave up struggling and simply looked at Ruben coldly.

Ruben noticed that there seemed to be something different about Samantha. He didn’t anger her right? Why is she being crazy again?

“So what you’re saying is that I meddled by saving you?” Ruben held Samantha’s wrist tightly, almost wanting to crush it, “What were you doing here with Gabriel Baker? Why? You miss him that much that you can’t even wait for the banquet?”

Samantha saw the rage deep down in Ruben’s eyes. She smirked and her face looked extremely charming, “Why should I tell you what I was doing with him?”

She was now Ruben’s lover and he had always been extremely possessive of his own things.

But Samantha just wanted to disgust him.

He upset her so she returned the favor hundred times more.

“You!” Ruben looked at the bruises on Samantha’s cheek, his gaze as sharp as a knife, “Was I supposed to compliment your deep affection towards Gabriel then? But did you see? He didn’t even dare to say a word to defend you, you think that you’re worthy enough for him to offend both the Baker and Knight family?”

Samantha was still very indifferent, without a hint of emotion in her eyes, “This has nothing to do with you, Mr. Knight.”

Ruben felt that his patience was being worn out bit by bit. Samantha was so arrogant that she had never given him a nice look. He clearly just saved her but she’s still so head over heels with Gabriel.

Then why did she stay by his side?

Even so, Ruben couldn’t let Samantha off the hook so easily. She’s the first person that ever wanted to use him for her own purpose.

“Nothing to do with me?” he sneered, “Did you forget who you belonged to now?”

Ruben’s pride was challenged. Samantha was actually thinking about other man in front of him?

Samantha stared at him. Ruben’s chiseled face was so close, but she could no longer overlap this face with the face of that Ruben from her memory.

The person that she loved might have died long ago.

And Ruben Knight killed him with his own hands.

Samantha told herself that Ruben had condoned Peyton Moore countless times, and she should no longer have any attachment to him, let alone the slightest illusion.

“I haven’t forgotten who I belonged to, but so what?” Samantha laughed.

With raging anger under his eyes, Ruben questioned in a deep tone, “Helena Powell--”

His anger had reached its peak, Samantha wasn’t afraid of him and challenged his authority recklessly.

Who gave her the guts?

Just when the atmosphere between the two was at a standstill, Peyton who had bandaged her wounds came walking over from the banquet hall.

“Ruben, Miss Powell is injured, let me take her to get her hand treated first.”