Chapter 15

Andrew Lucas dragged Susan Thompson into the private room of A Variety of Beauties with brutal force. A searing pain tore through her stomach.

Three potbellied middle-aged men sat inside, their greasy eyes raking over Susan like wolves eyeing fresh prey.

"Mr. Lucas, who is this?" the heaviest man asked, rubbing his hands together.

Andrew smirked coldly and shoved Susan forward. "She’ll keep you company for drinks."

Susan staggered but steadied herself, then turned to leave.

"Stop." Andrew's voice was icy. "Take one step out that door, and tomorrow you'll be collecting Daniel's corpse."

The words stabbed straight into her heart. She froze, then mechanically took a seat on the sofa.

Glass after glass of liquor burned down her throat, scalding her already ravaged stomach. She clenched her teeth and forced herself to swallow.

"Mr. Lucas, this lady is absolutely stunning!" Mr. Li's hand slid onto Susan's shoulder with inappropriate familiarity.

Andrew swirled his glass, his gaze dark. "Have your fun. Don’t hold back."

Susan dug her nails into her palms. She looked up at Andrew—the face she once dreamed of now twisted into something unrecognizable.

"Darling~" Susan suddenly giggled, taking Mr. Li's hand. "It's too noisy here. Why don’t we go somewhere else?"

The shattering of glass cut through the air. Andrew had crushed his wineglass in his grip, blood dripping between his fingers.

Mr. Li, already enchanted, eagerly pulled Susan closer. "Sweetheart, I'll give you anything you want!"

As his greasy lips neared hers, Susan closed her eyes.

In that moment, she finally understood—the boy who once shielded her from the rain had died in that storm four years ago.