Chapter 195

Susan Thompson froze in place.

Alexander Grant stood silhouetted against the light, his tailored suit accentuating his aristocratic bearing. She never expected the busy heir of the Grant conglomerate to personally oversee the promotional shoot.

"Prince Grant..." Candy Wilson's eyes lit up with manic delight.

Alexander was giving her this haute couture gown! What did this mean?

It meant she was special in his eyes! With a good performance today, she might even land the King's Glory endorsement!

Candy straightened her posture, flashing her sweetest smile. "Thank you, Prince Grant!"

Alexander didn't even glance at her, merely lifting his chin dismissively. Patrick Pope understood the silent command and reluctantly removed the gown.

Patrick winced. This dress was worth a fortune—nearly matching Susan's endorsement fee—and now it was being handed to someone else?

Had his boss suddenly developed a taste for married women?

He didn't dare question it, obediently presenting the gown to Candy.

Candy clutched it eagerly. The weight of the lustrous pearls against her fingertips made her pulse race. This was undoubtedly top-tier custom work.

"Vincent, I'm going to try it on!" Candy batted her lashes at Vincent King before sashaying into the dressing room.

When she reemerged, the room fell silent.

The exquisite gown looked utterly incongruous on her. The plunging neckline exposed her flat chest, the fabric gaping with every movement. Worse, her thick waist strained the seams, splitting the dress open.

Candy sensed something amiss but quickly reassured herself—such an expensive dress had to look stunning!

She strutted past Susan, deliberately thrusting out her chest.

Susan: "..."

"Prince Grant, it's breathtaking!" Candy twirled, the skirt flaring. She gazed adoringly at Vincent. "Vincent, do I look beautiful?"

Vincent's eyes slid past her, fixing on Susan.

He imagined Susan wearing that dress.

Candy's figure was boyish, but Susan... Vincent's throat moved. That slender waist he'd dreamed of gripping countless times. Those lush curves that set his blood boiling with just a memory.

"Vincent?" Candy cooed.

In his daze, Vincent saw Susan walking toward him. He yanked Candy into his arms and crushed his lips to hers.

Candy flushed crimson. This was the first time Vincent had shown her such passion in public!

"Vincent..." She shyly closed her eyes.

"Susan, you're mine!" Vincent's hoarse growl exploded against her lips.

Candy's face drained of color.

Andrew Lucas scoffed. "Really, Mr. King? Using someone as a substitute?"

Vincent jolted awake. Taking in the woman in his arms, he shoved her away in disgust. Candy stumbled to the floor, tears welling. "Vincent, how could you do this to me?"