Daniel and Samantha trudged back to their house in silence, their faces dark and angry.
The evening had taken a humiliating turn, one neither of them had expected. As soon as they stepped through the door, Samantha let her frustration explode, slamming it shut with a loud bang. Her face was red in anger.
"How long would it take for Harry to get back to me?!" She said, almost impatiently as she dropped her purse on the bed.
"Who's Harry?" Daniel asked, trying to place a kiss on Samantha's lip to calm her down, but she shrugged away as she wasn't in the mood for any of that. She was obsessed with seeing Ethan fall, and instead, he made them fall that night in front of the high-class people in the auction house.
"Harry is the guy who I contacted a while ago, the one who's going to teach
