Her Tears Are His Weakness novel Chapter 225

Samantha was starving and had stuffed her face with food. Her mouth was full, and when she tried to speak, all that came out was muffled mumbling.

The escort beside her couldn't make out a word she was saying, so he decisively answered her phone. "Hello? She's eating right now. You can call back later."

Samantha was utterly shocked.

No way! Did this guy not understand boundaries at all?

She finally managed to swallow the food in her mouth and snatched the phone out of his hand. She shot him a vicious glare for getting out of line.

The escort gave her a wounded look.

Samantha put the phone to her ear and said, "Hello?"

"Who are you with?" Leonardo's icy voice came through the speaker. His tone had dropped to a dangerous growl, and she felt chills run down her spine.

"Huh?" Samantha blurted.

She wondered if she was hearing things. Leonardo normally would never call her at this hour since he was usually busy.

She glanced at the caller ID. It read, "Leonardo".

There was no mistake.

"Samantha. Talk." Leonardo's tone turned impossibly colder.

Samantha shivered again. She glanced at the escort next to her, who looked completely innocent.

"Well… It's hard to explain. I don't even know him."

Leonardo sneered, "You're out this late with him, and you're telling me you don't know him?"

Samantha was at a loss for words. It really was hard to explain this. She paused for a long time before weakly saying, "If I told you I'm just here for the food, would you believe me?"

"Huh?"

For the sake of the escort's safety, Samantha quickly rummaged through her things looking for cash but came up empty.

She turned to Layla, who was completely drunk by now. "Layla, do you have any cash on you?"

Layla was sprawled on a muscular man, feeling up his abs. She shook her head dizzily. "Who even carries cash these days?"

"Good point," Samantha said. She couldn't even find a single cent on herself either.

Left with no choice, Samantha said, "I'm sending two 100-dollar and two 50-dollar Venmo transfers. First come, first served. But once you get it, you must leave the room."

The private room fell silent. The escorts were quickly calculating whether it was smarter to stay or go.

Samantha added, "The drinks in this room will still count toward your sales, so I suggest you leave immediately. My husband will be here in a while. You have no idea how strong he is. His biceps are—"