Chapter 172

Susan's nails dug deep into her palms.

She stared at the greasy face before her, stomach churning.

"Grandpa Nash's grandson?" Her lips curled in a cold smile. "Kevin Oak, you're not worthy."

The click of the locked private room door sounded like a knife plunging into her heart.

Kevin rubbed his hands together as he advanced. "Susan, don't be so distant. After tonight, we'll be family."

Susan shot to her feet, only to be hit by sudden dizziness.

Gripping the table edge, she realized the water tasted wrong.

"You drugged me?" Her voice trembled.

Kevin grinned, revealing yellowed teeth. "Just to set the mood. Miss Capra specifically requested we... enjoy ourselves thoroughly."

That name sent ice through Susan's veins.

Her hand moved toward her pocket, but Kevin slammed his palm over hers.

"Not so fast." He pulled out his phone and expertly propped it on the table. "Let's show our audience how enthusiastic Miss Thompson can be."

As the livestream interface lit up, Susan grabbed the teacup and hurled it.

"Crash!"

The phone screen shattered instantly.

Kevin's face twisted. "Bitch!"

He lunged, choking her with hands that reeked of stale cigarettes. "You refused the easy way!"

Susan clawed at his face, drawing blood.

The drug's effects intensified, blurring her vision.

"Help..." The word died in her throat, too faint even for her own ears.

Kevin tore at her collar with a sneer. "Scream! This room's soundproof!"

When her back hit the cold marble table, Susan bit her tongue hard.

The metallic taste brought momentary clarity.

She drove her knee upward with all her strength.

"Agh!"

Kevin collapsed, clutching himself.

Staggering toward the door, Susan's fingers barely grazed the handle before her hair was yanked violently backward.

"Running?" Kevin smashed her head against the wall. "Where to?"

White pain exploded behind her eyes.

Sliding down the wall, she felt warm liquid trickling from her temple.

"How much did Nicole Capra pay you?" she rasped.

Panting, Kevin pulled out another phone. "Enough to buy your worthless life!"

The new livestream already showed scrolling comments:

[Who's the chick?]

[Is this for real?]

[Hot!]

Watching the viewer count climb, Susan suddenly laughed.

She pushed herself up, smoothing blood-streaked hair with trembling fingers.

"Kevin Oak." Her voice was eerily calm. "Do you know what happened to the last man who touched me?"

Kevin paused, then guffawed. "What? Did he end up in your bed?"

"The morgue."

With that, Susan grabbed a wine bottle and smashed it against the fire alarm.

The piercing shriek filled the entire floor.

Kevin's face drained of color. "You crazy—"

Footsteps pounded outside.

Before darkness took her, Susan spoke clearly into the camera: "Nicole Capra, you're next."