Michael's thumb hovered over Samantha's contact on his phone, his gaze locked on her name.
His jaw clenched, and his eyes narrowed. For a moment, his thumb trembled, then stilled, as if hesitant to make contact.
His butler appeared in the doorway. "Sir, you called for me?"
Michael's gaze snapped up, his face taut with tension. "Get rid of that driver," he rasped, his voice barely above a whisper.
The butler's eyes darted to Michael's face before nodding.
As the butler turned to leave, Michael's expression twisted. His mind replayed Emily's words: "Gabriel met with Samantha."
His eyes narrowed, jaw clenched.
The butler paused, sensing Michael's unease. "Is there something else, sir?" he asked.
Michael's gaze lingered on the floor before meeting the butler's. "Gabriel," he growled.
