The Ninth Bride (Samantha and Finley) novel Chapter 262

Chapter 262 The Fear of Losing You
"I don't need you to drive me anymore. A person who inflates the price is not worth my time," Samantha declared with finality.

She seized her bag, exited the car, and tossed two hundred dollars at the driver before setting off up the mountain alone. The driver watched her departure with disdain, spat out his cigarette, and drove off, cursing under his breath.

"If something happens, don't blame me for not helping," he muttered as he sped away.

Samantha, gripping her phone, turned on the flashlight and began her solitary ascent.

Fortunately, the area was populated by affluent and esteemed residents, so the likelihood of encountering unsavory characters was slim. Even if she did cross paths with troublemakers, she felt no fear.

Troublemakers would certainly scurry away at the mere sight of her.

Who would be foolish enough to challenge her?

As Samantha hummed a light tune and made her way up, a sleek sports car suddenly appeared in her path. She shone her phone's light toward the vehicle and saw Finley seated inside. Without a second thought, she flung herself against his car.

"Finley, did you come here just to pick me up?" she asked, her voice full of relief.

Finley, squinting against the harsh beam of light from Samantha's phone, was struck by unwelcome memories—painful scenes he had long tried to forget. He raised his hand to shield his face, his head throbbing with sudden intensity. Samantha, noticing his distress, quickly opened the car door and climbed in, her concern palpable.

"Finley…" she whispered, her voice trembling with worry.

"What's wrong, Finley? Why do you look so pained? Are you unwell?"

When she didn't hear his response, she panicked. "Finley, say something. Finley?"