Her Tears Are His Weakness novel Chapter 139

Chione's eyes burned red with rage as she glared at Samantha. She looked like an enraged monkey ready to pounce. On the other hand, Samantha remained as calm as ever, a pleasant smile on her face.

"You should probably start by fishing my registration form out of the trash can."

Chione's expression twisted in disgust. She couldn't have been more unwilling. "You want me to dig through the trash? Keep dreaming! It's your form—why should I be the one to get it?"

"Because you were the one who threw it away."

"I'm not doing it!"

Samantha didn't get angry. Instead, she simply waved her phone in the air. She didn't have to say a word. The pressure was palpable.

If this got out, it wouldn't just be gossip—if the teachers found out, Chione could kiss her position as student council president goodbye.

Frustration boiled over, and Chione nearly exploded. She hated being blackmailed.

Suddenly, she lunged at Samantha, determined to snatch the phone out of her hands.

But Samantha had expected this. She knew Chione would snap sooner or later, so she was ready. The moment Chione charged, Samantha simply lifted her leg and landed a perfect kick to the former's stomach.

Chione staggered back, yelping in pain as she tumbled to the ground, landing hard on her backside. She winced, the pain and humiliation written all over her face.

Even so, she continued to glare daggers at Samantha. "I'm going to report you! You hit me!"

Samantha wagged a finger at her, sighing as if she were explaining to a child. "I was just lifting my leg, and you ran straight into it. If anything, you tripped over yourself. That's called flopping."

"But I got hurt!"

"That's your own fault. It has nothing to do with me. You can report me if you want. I don't care." Samantha checked her phone again. "One hour and 20 minutes left. If you don't want the whole school to see this video, I suggest you move quickly."

Chione was furious, humiliated, and in pain, but she had no choice. Gritting her teeth, she stood up and approached the trash can.

Staring at the mess inside, she turned back to Samantha, her face contorted with disgust. "How am I supposed to find it in that?"

Samantha had taken a cab. Sitting in a sea of cars, she had started considering getting an electric scooter. It would definitely make her commute easier.

She pushed the apartment door open. The living room lights were on, but the space was empty.

"I'm home," she called out.

Her voice wasn't loud, but it echoed in the vast, open space. She hadn't thought much of it at first, but the lingering echo made the place feel cold.

She was still more comfortable in the cozy little apartment she used to share with Layla. Shaking off the feeling, she walked further inside.

To the side of the living room was the dining area, where an untouched table full of food was waiting.

Leonardo hadn't eaten yet?

Samantha glanced around, but there was no sign of him. That meant there was only one place he could be—the study. She knew exactly how to get there.