Chapter 151

Susan frowned slightly as she looked at the greasy-faced man before her.

She was certain she'd never met him before.

Noticing the Sugar Daddy Agreement in Megan York's hand from the corner of her eye, realization dawned.

This man calling himself Kevin Oak was the so-called benefactor mentioned in the document.

Nicole Capra and Candy Wilson's scheme was truly well-orchestrated.

"Sweet Susan, coming to my place tonight?" Kevin squinted his triangular eyes, letting his gaze roam over her body. "I just bought a massage chair—guaranteed to make you feel good."

He reached out to grab Susan's waist, but she sidestepped smoothly.

"Susan, why the evasion?" Kevin looked genuinely puzzled. "Last week you were throwing yourself into my arms. Why play hard to get now?"

Nicole seized the moment to interject: "Andrew, how could she degrade herself like this? I must talk some sense into her!"

Andrew Lucas' expression darkened as if storm clouds had gathered.

The temperature in the banquet hall seemed to plummet.

"Susan," his voice was icy, "exactly how many sugar daddies do you have?"

Ignoring Andrew, Susan turned to Kevin. "Sir, we've never met."

"Susan!" Kevin raised his voice abruptly. "Just last night you called me 'darling'! Now you're pretending not to know me?"

"Sir, please behave yourself." Susan's tone remained calm.

Kevin's face twisted. He puffed out his beer belly. "Susan, I pay you $10,000 a month, and this is how you repay me?"

"You begged me to sign that agreement! Now that you're famous, you want to dump me? Without my support, you're nothing!"

Nicole feigned distress. "Andrew, help her! If this gets out, how will she face anyone?"

Andrew stared at Susan, his eyes screaming one word: Beg.

Susan smirked.

Beg? Like she used to, groveling pathetically?

That weak Susan who let others trample over her was long gone.

"Mr. Oak," Susan lifted her chin, "I suggest you take a good look in the mirror first."

"Being kept by you?" She laughed lightly. "I, Susan Thompson, am not that desperate."

"The men I want—I'd gladly take for free. The ones I don't..." Her gaze swept across the room. "No mountain of gold could tempt me."

Kevin's face turned ashen.

But Vincent King's expression was even uglier.

He suddenly sneered. "Susan, still playing innocent after signing the agreement? You stole Candy's bracelet—you owe us an explanation!"

"Otherwise," his eyes turned vicious, "I'll make sure you spend the rest of your life in prison."

A bitter smile touched Susan's lips.

Being treated this way by a once-close friend hurt more than she cared to admit.

"None of you believe me," she said softly. "But I'll say it anyway—my conscience is clear."

"This world is vast. Someone will believe me."

Just as murmurs spread through the crowd, a deep, resonant voice cut through:

"I believe you."