Nemesis Game

Samantha looked at Gabriel's handsome side profile, panic pervaded her heart suddenly.

That was the fear of uncertainty about the future but also the fright by his cold appearance. After all, in her eyes, Gabriel had always been gentle and elegant.

"Did I scare you?" Gabriel withdrew his gaze and glanced down at Samantha's pale face.

She slowly shook her head, "Not really. I just feel that this version of you is strange. Or maybe you have different faces and the one that I knew you by is just one of them."

Gabriel's back stiffened all of a sudden, the corners of his lips sank as if the wounded part of his heart was touched.

Samantha thought that she had said the wrong thing and hurriedly explained, "I... I just..."

"I know." Gabriel stopped her from continuing and took over the conversation with a self-effacing expression, "Although your position as the female lead will be kept, you still have to be careful from now on... Your situation will become very difficult. I hope you can hold on and not fail to live up to everything that I have planned for you."

Samantha still wanted to say something, but Gabriel shook his head in silence and sighed tiredly, "You can go now."

She kept on feeling that Gabriel was being strange today, he had a tired look on his face, as if he didn't even want to say one more word.

He looked weak and exhausted.

Samantha didn't dare to disturb his rest again, so she just told him to take a good rest in the hospital and left the ward.

She thought she would be relieved inside, but she wasn't as happy as she thought.

Her mood was very complicated, and Samantha didn't know why.

Ruben sat on a chair outside the ward and watched as Samantha walkout lost in thought. He had thought that she was sad and upset because she had been rejected by Gabriel.

He walked over and spoke coldly, "Why? You've met with Gabriel?"

"What are you trying to say?" Samantha was in a bad mood and didn't want to argue with him.

Ruben sneered, "Gabriel couldn't save you, so who are you going to beg now?"

"Sorry that I disappointed you, did you want to see me like a dog in distress that badly?" Samantha laughed back in anger and mocked him coldly.

Ruben's eyes narrowed and his voice snapped coldly, "What do you mean?"

"What do I mean? What else can I mean? Do you think that everyone is the same as you? Let me tell you, Gabriel is different from you!" Samantha couldn't control her anger inside and said that word by word to him.

After Samantha finished venting her anger, she didn't even care about Ruben's cold and sullen face, she just turned around and walked towards the elevator.

Ruben yanked Samantha's wrist, listening to her mouthful of Gabriel, the anger at the bottom of his heart erupted, "Heh, it was me who underestimated you. How could Gabriel not help you? Even if you're no longer his woman, you still have your own ability to make men work for you."

At the end he added coldly, "Shouldn't I compliment you?"

Samantha's eyes widened in shock, the thoughts in her head were blown apart and the blood in her whole body flowed backward.

"What do you mean?" Samantha saw the contempt in Ruben's eyes and gritted her teeth as she asked.

Ruben laughed, extremely cold and merciless, "Where did Gabriel touch you?"

Although he asked very vaguely, he had just literally questioned her if she had used her body in exchange for something.

Otherwise, now that Gabriel already knew that she was his woman, why would he help her? Could Gabriel have asked for nothing else?

Samantha was so angry that her body was shaking, he actually looked at her like this.

Was she a shameless bitch in his eyes? To climb higher she would exchange everything she had?

Samantha was so angry that she wanted to slap Ruben in the face.

Ruben didn't even blink as he grabbed Samantha's wrist and looked down at her from above, the air was surrounded by a cold, bloodthirsty aura.

"Angry?"

"If I can use my body to get something, then why would I even bother to ask him but not you? Isn't it the same if I trade with you? Or does... Mr. Knight thinks that he doesn't have the charm that Gabriel has?" Samantha laughed dementedly and her voice was trembling, but all her words were trying to provoke his bottom line.

Ruben snorted coldly, let go of her wrist, and turned to cup her chin instead.

"That's not the same." Ruben's eyes contained a deep, bottomless shade.

Samantha pursed her lips and looked at him with a stubborn and unyielding look.

Ruben smiled suddenly, his eyes were like a sharp scalpel, dissecting her inch by inch.

"I don't want to touch you. After all, you're dirty."

Ruben said it like an understatement with a cold sharp light in his eyes.

After that sentence was said, the two of them were so quiet that they could only hear each other's breathing, the air was exuding an icy coldness.

Samantha's heart was hurt. It was hurting like it was pierced.

Dirty?

He said she was dirty?

In the silent air, the only thing that Samantha felt was that Ruben's cold and thin words had turned into a sharp sword, stabbing her heart exactly where it was the softest.

Samantha tried to take a breath, but the taste of blood was between her lips and teeth, including her throat.

Her heart ached like it was clenched too tightly.

Her hands were clenched together so tightly, her sharp nails were deeply embedded in her flesh, cutting through her skin. She was numb, so numb that even the pain was oblivious.

"Mr. Knight's taste is really picky." Samantha held back her pain inside and looked at Ruben with a blossomed smile, pulling on his tie, "You already knew that I was his woman. You already knew that I wasn't clean. But you still threatened me to be your lover and now you're saying that I'm dirty and cheap? Then who's being cheaper between the two of us?"

Ruben always had a way to make her suffer at any time and she had learned that long ago.

Ruben's face was gloomy and icy, cruelly pinching her jaw, "What? Since you dare to use your body with Gabriel in exchange for benefits, what kind of chaste and martyred woman are you trying to pretend to be?"

A sharp tearing pain came from her jaw, but Samantha's pale face emerged a trace of ridicule.

"Every single person in this world can despise me for being dirty, but not you. You don't have the right to!"

Samantha gave him a deep gaze and slapped Ruben's hand away heavily.

Ruben didn't have the right to despise her. Although... she was innocent from the beginning till the end, and she also once only had him as her man, so he didn't deserve to talk about her like that.

Samantha straightened her back and walked out of the hospital with heavy steps.

Her tears blurred her vision, again and again, Ruben didn't chase out and she was glad that he didn't. Thus, he didn't see her crying.

...

The next day, Samantha didn't see Universal Entertainment's statement. She received a call from Director Solomon instead, asking her to go to the set for the shooting immediately.

Not only that, but Universal Entertainment also began to suppress the news that Peyton had put out there. It seemed that all of this storm was suppressed down deep by someone powerful. On the surface, it was all calm and quiet again. Samantha thought that the storm of changing the female lead was finally going to pass and she was still one of Universal Entertainment.

After receiving the call, Samantha rushed to the set.

"You still have the face to come back to the crew, Helena? People are scolding the shit out of you now. We beg you to hurry up and just get the hell out, don't drag us down!" "Someone just has a good life and good skills in bed. Otherwise, how can she coax the people from Universal Entertainment to settle these craps for her over and over again?"

"Because of you, our crew needed to delay progress, and it dragged all of us into getting sieged by trolls! Are you still not getting the hell out?"

Samantha had only just arrived at the set and was about to go to the dressing room to put on her makeup when she was attacked by the crowd in the dressing room.

She was an eyesore to these people now and they just wanted to get back at her no matter what.

"Hey, what are you guys talking about? We are about to shoot a scene, so why don't you hurry up and help her put makeup on!" Clara couldn't hold it in anymore, so she retorted back straight away.

The makeup artist threw the makeup bag and sneered at them, deliberately making things difficult for them.

"Do your own makeup then if you can. I'm not her personal makeup artist. Does someone think that she's the queen of this film crew? What the hell!"