‘HOLY CRAP.’ August couldn’t help but sigh in frustration as he held his nape and stared at the ceiling, containing his emotions.

Of all those things that he expected to happen, Samantha kneeling in front of him, begging him to save her isn’t one of them.

“How did you even get here?” August asked, trying to calm himself even though the anger and disbelief were already consuming him. “Ah, my blood pressure, shit.”

“I need your help!” Samantha exclaimed.

And before August even knew it, she already wrapped her hands around his legs, clinging onto them as Samantha's life was entirely dependent on it.

“We’re ex-lovers, right? I’m in big trouble! I never thought that… That the Sandoval family were capable of doing those things!”

“You’re one of them, Samantha. You’re even bringing their surname right now,” August answered nonchalantly.

He held his ex-girlfriend in both arms and gently pulled her to stand up. “I don’t know what thought you had in mind to go here, but does even Bruce know abo