Chapter 152

Susan turned abruptly, her gaze landing on the tall, imposing figure striding toward the stage.

She never expected that when everyone doubted her, the first person to stand up and believe in her would be a complete stranger.

Alexander Grant rarely appeared in the media, and Susan didn’t even know his name.

Yet the commanding aura around him inexplicably put her at ease.

Beneath that cold exterior must lie a passionate heart—why else would he choose to trust her amidst all the chaos?

For someone long doubted, sudden trust was overwhelming.

Susan’s nose tingled, her eyes burning.

She was always like this—easily moved by the smallest warmth.

"Thank you," she said with a bright smile, extending her hand toward Alexander.

"Thank you for believing in me."

Patrick Pope, standing beside Alexander, sucked in a sharp breath.

Everyone knew the Grant heir despised women getting too close.

This little influencer was about to regret it.

But the next second, Patrick’s jaw nearly dropped—his boss actually took her hand.

"Boss, are you okay?" Patrick asked nervously.

The last time a socialite hugged Alexander, he nearly threw up his stomach.

Alexander ignored him.

The small hand in his palm was impossibly soft, making him tighten his grip instinctively.

"Ouch..." Susan gasped.

Only then did Alexander loosen his hold, his deep gaze fixed on her face.

"Susan Thompson, welcome as the new face of King’s Glory."

Susan froze.

So he was from the game company?

The sudden good news made her heart race.

Now Nicole Capra and the others couldn’t steal this endorsement from her.

But just then, an icy glare burned the back of her hand.

She turned and met Andrew Lucas’s stormy expression—as if he’d been publicly cuckolded.

"Psycho," Susan mouthed silently.

Andrew’s face darkened further.

"What? Susan’s still the ambassador?" Megan York shrieked.

"She’s a kept woman and a thief! Aren’t you afraid of backlash?"

Patrick’s expression turned grim, but before he could react, Kevin Oak charged forward.

"Susan! Your contract states all work requires my approval! Come with me now!"

He reached for Susan, only to be thrown over Alexander’s shoulder and slammed to the ground.

"You dare touch me?" Kevin scrambled up, cursing.

"Do you know who I am?"

Steven Cruz slapped his hand away.

"Disrespecting Alexander Grant? You’ve got a death wish?"

Alexander Grant?!

The room fell silent instantly.

Megan frantically touched up her makeup while other actresses adjusted their appearances.

Kevin collapsed back onto the floor.

But Alexander only had eyes for Andrew.

"Andrew Lucas. Long time no see."

"Likewise," Andrew replied, though his gaze remained fixed on Susan.

Megan struck her most elegant pose.

"Mr. Grant, I only say this for your sake. Susan’s reputation is ruined—she’ll destroy King’s Glory. Please reconsider the ambassador choice!"