The Ninth Bride (Samantha and Finley)

Chapter 261 Is This a Threat?

"But if we had let Finley prepare for both the best and worst-case scenarios in advance, then even if something truly happened to Samantha, he wouldn't be so devastated, right?" Emily considered Elias' words, finding their wisdom compelling. "What you said does sound reasonable."Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

He replied with a hint of pride, "Of course! I used to be a psychologist."

She could only remain silent.

It was no wonder she often felt as though her brother could see right through her soul.

...

In the front courtyard, Daphne and Edward stood by Finley, offering words of comfort as he struggled with his worry.

"Mr. Dean, don't worry. Mrs. Dean will be just fine."

Edward added his voice of reassurance, "Yes, Mr. Dean, try not to fret. Mrs. Dean assured me she would return as soon as she finished her errands."

"Mr. Dean, why don't we give it another half hour? If Mrs. Dean hasn't come back by then, Edward and I will go with you to look for her."

Finley checked the time. It was already around 7:30 p.m. This was typically when Samantha would return home. She always made it a point to send a message or call if there were any delays. But tonight, there had been no message or any call, leading him to believe that something had gone awry.

Determined to find her, Finley climbed into his car and drove away from the courtyard.

Daphne, filled with concern, called out, "Mr. Dean, your leg has just healed. Please drive carefully at this late hour."

Her only response was the roar of the engine as his car disappeared into the night.

The hour was late, and the weather was grim. If it started raining, and Finley continued driving, it might dredge up unwelcome memories and lead to trouble.

Her mind raced. She nudged Edward urgently. "Edward, what are you waiting for? Go after him. If anything happens to Mr. Dean, you'll need to be there to assist." Edward nodded. "Understood."

At the foot of the mountain, by the roadside, Samantha was engaged in a heated argument with the driver "We agreed on two hundred dollars to take me home. Now that we're at the foot of the mountain, you refuse to go any further?"

The driver responded, "Miss, it's not that I won't drive. It's just that these mountain roads are treacherous. I'll need an additional five hundred to take you up."

Samantha's anger flared as she

replied, "You charged me two hundred for the journey from the city, and now, when we're so close to my house, you're demanding an extra five hundred? That's outright price gouging."

The driver lit a cigarette, casting a glance at Samantha through the rearview mirror. "Miss, if you don't pay, I'll leave you here in the middle of nowhere." Samantha's eyes narrowed with fury. "Are you threatening me?"

The driver shook his head. "No, I'm

merely informing you. If you don't pay, you'll be left to spend the night right here. You might think you're

brave enough to walk, but if you net

encounter trouble on the way, it will be too late for regrets. So, how about you pay the extra, Miss? If you do, I'll ensure you reach home

safely."

Samantha loathed drivers who resorted to such unscrupulous tactics.

"If my phone had a signal, I wouldn't need you at all." She paused, then added, "Even if my phone didn't have a signal, I would..."