"Let’s talk later," the young man said to the woman before walking toward the elderly lady Samantha had helped.
Now that the man and the model had left, Drake finally turned his attention to the older woman, his expression softening as he approached.
Samantha watched him carefully. He didn’t just offer polite concern—he genuinely checked on her, asked if she was hurt. Do they know each other? she wondered.
"I’m actually more scared of him than that jerk," murmured the young woman beside her.
"Huh?" Samantha turned, brows furrowing.
The woman simply smiled. "Thanks for stepping in. But honestly, you didn’t have to. You even lost your shoe in the process." She gestured toward Samantha’s bare foot.
Samantha glanced down. Right. That happened. Instinctively, she lifted her foot slightly,
