The Ninth Bride (Samantha and Finley)

• Samantha snorted coldly. "How would you justify all of you ganging up to bully my husband if I leave? Let me tell you this. My husband is not poisoned. His body is very healthy, and he is also very young. So, if you want him to step down and make way, I think you might have to wait until you all die! Because my husband will live to be a hundred years old, while as for you, with such malicious hearts, I'm afraid your days are numbered."

• Finley remained silent.

• The shareholders' faces twisted with anger when they heard Samantha's words.

• "Finley, how can your wife be so uncultured? Listen to what she just said. What kind of words are those? Isn't she blatantly cursing us?"

• Finley's lips curled into a mocking smile. "When you all said that I am poisoned and near death, isn't that also a curse?"

• The shareholders were speechless after being retorted by Finley. They forcefully defended themselves. "Finley, you're wrong. The reason why we say you are poisoned is not to curse you but because everyone outside is spreading such rumors."

• Finley remarked sarcastically, "So, you would rather believe the rumors outside than trust me?"

• Samantha nodded in agreement. "Exactly! You all keep saying that you're Finley's elders, but what did you do? He is sitting here perfectly fine, yet you insist on saying he is poisoned and forcing him to give up the position of president. You bunch of old fools have no shame. I really want to find a ruler and measure the thickness of your faces, which I believe is thicker than the city walls."

• The shareholders retorted, "You little brat! Stop instigating trouble here. The reason we want Finley to step down as president is also for his own good. Even if he is not poisoned, isn't it true that his legs are disabled?"

• Samantha asked curiously, "Even if my husband's legs are disabled, what does that have to do with him giving up the position of president? He is only disabled in his legs, not his hands. He can still handle the company's documents, can't he?"

• "But the Dean Corporation doesn't need a president with crippled legs, and we certainly don't want everyone to mock our president as an ugly and useless cripple every time they mention the Dean Corporation."

• D*mn it!

Were these old men launching a personal attack on her husband? Enough was enough!

• Samantha broke free from Finley's embrace, stepped forward, and gave the person who just insulted Finley as an ugly and useless cripple a resounding slap. "How much poop did you eat before leaving the house today? Your mouth stinks so bad! If my husband is ugly and useless, you bunch of old farts would probably all die because of your uselessness and ugliness. Some people are uglier than pigs, but they have an unreasonably high opinion of themselves. I just want to ask, who gave you the audacity to think that you are better looking than a pig? And who gave you the audacity to compare yourself to my husband? I'll make it clear today. The position of the president of Dean Corporation belongs to no one but Finley because none of you here are as handsome or as capable as my husband. If you don't agree, come forward, and I'll keep hitting you until you submit."

• The shareholder who was slapped by Samantha was already twisted with anger. He raised his hand and intended to slap her back, but at that moment, a murderous aura emanated from Finley's side. "I dare anyone to touch her."Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.