Elijah's POV
I decided to approach them before Samantha tries to hurt her. Claudine will use those grounds to send her to jail.
She already had full access to Riego's power; doing that is easy-peasy. "Samantha, stop it. Let's go," I remarked.
She shoves me away. "Don't stop me! I will make her pay for mocking me like this!" she exclaimed, roaring. She's already in beast mode, but my wife's monstrous mode is much greater, crazier, and scarier. "How dare you do this to me!" Samantha roars.
She throws her traveling bag on Claudine's face. Her guards kick it away, and it almost hits Samantha. If she didn't get down, her face must have been hit by the bag that she threw.
I looked at Claudine and saw her reaction. She walks closer and grabs my chin. I grab her wrist and try to shake off her palm, but she's strong. Since when?!
"Who did this?!" she roars thunderously.
"Does any of you hit my husband?!" she asks again, looking at the two butlers that were guarding the door.
They look at Samantha. "No!" I roared. She shifted her attention to me.
"No?! You have no right to speak on this matter, you bastard!" she roars.
"Grab her!" Claudine commands.
I was about to defend her when my wife grabbed my neck and met my gaze, glaring furiously.
"How can you defend your war freak mistress, huh?!" she questions. I was about to talk back when an alcohol was sprayed in my wound.
"AGH!"
Good thing it didn't hit my eyes, but it stings like damn! She suddenly blows that part of my face. She let go and grabbed her handkerchief.
She taps my wound and opens her bag. She took a purse and grabbed a Band-Aid. "Stay still or I'll kill you myself," she threatens.
I want to disagree, but unconsciously I followed her order. I stood still until she successfully put on the band-aid on my wound. She turns her back as if nothing happens.
My eyes dilated when she was walking toward my beloved woman and her man that was holding her.
"Elijah!" Samantha roars. I run in that direction and grab Claudine's arms.
"Don't!" I warned, ready to hit her and be the one to stay in jail. I pulled her when she turned her face and kissed me?! KISSED ME?! What the fuck?!
"No! Stay away from my man!" Samantha roars.
She stepped away and faced my mistress. The next thing I heard was her loud slap. "Agh! Fuck you!" Samantha roars.
She was about to slap her again but paused in mid-air. "Nope. I won't lay my hands on you again. Now you know the feeling of what you did to my husband," Claudine says.
She looks at her men, and they have already closed the condo unit's door. "Let's go," she coldly stated.
She walks away, and her minions follow her. She left, but I'm still shocked because of that KISS!
"Elijah! Wake up!" Samantha says. I calmly sigh and look at her.
"Didn't I tell you not to act recklessly?! I'm sure we will be summoned to a police station because of what you did. Claudine isn't the woman I once thought she was. She's unstoppable," I remarked.
She grabs my hands. "Then kill her as soon as possible, Elijah! What are you waiting for? I want her out of our picture!" she roars.
I arrived home after I sent Samantha back to their small and bungalow-type family house that she inherited from her late parents.
I closed the door. I saw Claudine sitting on the couch wearing eyeglasses while reading documents.
"Your home. Did your sweet little darling treat your cut?" she asks sarcastically, but never looks at me.
I didn't answer and grab one of the papers. She was reviewing the financial status of all the businesses under Riego and Sartoni Group of companies.
"Ahem! Hello? Did you even hear me?" Claudine coldly asks.
She raises her head and sees the answer herself. She sighed. She grabs something under the table.
"I don't need anything from you," I coldly reply. She didn't listen to what I said.
Claudine grabs my wrist and drags me down. She held my face and looked at my face. She didn't say anything and used a cotton swab to wipe the bloodstain using alcohol. It stings.
"The cut was deep," she simply says. She starts blowing on my face and continues applying medicine on it.
She throws the used Band-Aid and puts on a new one. She turned around and fixed the medicine box.
She put on her glasses again and continued what she's doing. She ignored my presence. I was about to say something when Jin-ah arrived.
"I already processed the tax of Sartoni Group, Claudine. Here are the papers. You have to process the rest of this one. Also, here are the evidences that you're asking for," my cousin says.
She shifted her gaze at me after. "What happened to your face?" she asks. I was about to speak, but my wife did it first.
"It's nothing serious. Thank you, Jin-ah. By the way, when are you coming back? You ask for a leave, right?"
"For what reason?" I ask.
"I received this cut after Samantha threw the car key in my face," I added. She sighed.
"What do I expect? This isn't the first time that you received cuts, wounds, or bruises because of that bitch," Jin-ah says.
I glared at her, but she completely ignored my warning. "Anyway, I need at least ten days. I need to visit my grandparents in South Korea and work on some matters about their businesses," Jin-ah says. I almost forgot that her mom was from a chaebol or rich family in South Korea.
"No problem. Can you go after the anniversary party of Sartoni Aviation? That would be Friday night," Claudine says. She was reading the papers that my cousin gave to her.
"No problem. I am planning to leave on Saturday. I can still attend," Jin-ah says. My wife suddenly passed me a folder.
"Did you know about that?" she asks without looking at me. She crossed her legs and grabbed another folder. I opened the one that she gave. I start scanning the texts and look at her.
"Why are you asking about something that is obvious?" I ask arrogantly.
She finally looks at me in the eyes. "Did you scan the list of materials properly, huh?" she questions.
I look at the paper again and reread them. I frowned when I understood what she meant.
"What kind of stupidity did you just sign, huh? You lost 1.7 million, Elijah. That may be little for you but not to me. Since when does Riego Food start using that raw material in making noodles?" she inquired.
I closed the folder and stood up. "I have some matters to do," I said, avoiding her question.
"Sit down!" she roars.