Daniel was sprawled across the bed, his arm draped lazily over his eyes when Samantha entered the room.
She glanced at him, annoyance flashing in her eyes as she shut the door behind her. “It’s been a few days since you returned, Daniel,” she said, crossing her arms. “All you’ve done is rest. Aren’t you rested enough to discuss new strategies?”
Daniel peeked out from under his arm, his expression nonchalant. “What strategies do I need to discuss with you, Samantha?”
Samantha raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a smirk. “For a start, you could tell me how you plan to revive your company. Or,” she added, her voice taking on a sharper edge, “if you’re going to let Ethan get away with all the humiliation he put you through.”
Daniel shifted his gaze to her, his expression turning thoug
