The Ninth Bride (Samantha and Finley)

Chapter 389 He Doesn't Care About His Reputation Chapter 389 He Doesn't Care About His Reputation 46 Frse ConsContent © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

Elain quickly stepped in front of Finley, raising her hand to block his view. "Mr. Dean, I really don't think she was hurt that badly by this guy. Just let it go. If this blows up, it won't reflect well on you, and it'll be even worse for her reputation."

Samantha couldn't help but smirk at her concern for Finley and her. "What do you mean by 'it'll be even worse for my reputation?""

"You're now the CEO of a company. If you're asking him to help you beat someone up and the netizens catch wind of it, they'll undoubtedly accuse you of abusing your power to bully others"

Samantha's smirk deepened at that. "It's only the four of us in this room. I assure you, I won't breathe a word about asking him to step in, and neither will he. As for Noah, he would find it too humiliating to admit that he was beaten like this. So, if I suddenly find myself facing online criticism from netizens later, it's definitely because you leaked what happened today, right?"

Elain looked taken aback, clearly not expecting that response. With an awkward expression, she focused her gaze on Samantha. "You saved my life not long ago, so how could I even think about spreading rumors about you online?"

Samantha raised an eyebrow. "If you're not going to spread rumors about me, then there's no reason for him to hold back on Noah. After all, we're behind closed doors, and everyone here is on our side. Even if he ended up killing Noah, I seriously doubt anyone would care, right?"

She's unexpectedly ruthless. This caught Elain off guard, leaving her to observe quietly without responding or answering her questions.

With a casual shrug, Samantha leaned back against her pillow and turned to him. "Go ahead. Elain just promised us that she wouldn't say anything at all." Finley nodded and stepped over to Noah, planting his foot firmly on his chest. Noahr felt as if his ribcage might crack under the pressure. It was excruciating!

"If you kill me today, I swear I'll haunt you for eternity," Noah gasped, struggling to catch his breath.

Cough, cough, cough....

"Mr. Dean," Elain intervened, unable to watch any longer. She approached him, gripping his arm tightly. "L believe killing isn't the answer. How about we let it go? After all, your reputation is what matters most. What do you think?"

Finley never feared having his reputation ruined. From the moment he was disfigured, it had vanished, leaving him with no need to maintain it.

All he wanted was to avenge his beloved Sam. The way Noah had treated her demanded a response-a reckoning. How could he face her otherwise? How could he consider himself a man?

With those thoughts swirling in his mind, he pushed Elain away. "I don't need you to instruct me on how to handle this. Just get as far from me as you can-don't..."