The room was engulfed in a tense silence, the air thick with the weight of Sam's declaration. Cindy stood frozen, her eyes locked on Sam's, struggling to process the audacity of his words. Her heart pounded violently in her chest, but outwardly, she kept her composure. Finally, she spoke, her voice steady but laced with a cold defiance. "I will never be yours, not in this lifetime or the next."
Sam's smile faltered, his expression darkening. He stepped closer, his voice dripping with sinister intent. "Is that really what you want to say right now, Cindy? Think carefully. You know I have Alexander. And if your answer doesn't make me happy, I will definitely do something bad to him." His tone was laced with a dangerous edge, a thinly veiled threat that hung in the air like a guillotine blade.
Roman, who had been watching the exchange with a growing fury, couldn't hold back any longer. He stepped forward, his voice raised in anger. "You wouldn't dare harm him!"