Chapter 255

"Kneel!"

Susan Thompson frowned, her cold gaze sweeping over the slick-haired Zack Howard. A man who used counterfeit bags to chase women dared demand her submission?

Her fingers itched with the urge to smash that mud-stained fake purse right into his smug face.

Andrew Lucas's expression darkened dangerously. Though he resented Susan, seeing others bully her ignited something far more volatile.

"Who exactly won't survive in Southridge?" Alexander Grant's voice cut through the tension like a blade, laced with undeniable authority.

"This bitch!" Zack puffed his chest under Alexander's piercing stare, though his bravado wavered. "What? Playing white knight? Know your place!"

Heidi Young whispered, "Mr. Howard, he's Susan's boyfriend. A nobody in the industry."

Zack's smirk returned with a vengeance. He jabbed a finger at Alexander. "On your knees! Or say goodbye to your acting career!"

Susan nearly laughed aloud. Demanding the Grant heir to kneel? Zack must have a death wish.

"Me? Kneel?" Alexander's disdainful glance flicked to the filthy bag. "Extorting five million for counterfeit trash? What delusion fuels you?"

"Counterfeit?" Zack spluttered. "Open your damn eyes! This is LX's limited edition!"

Alexander adjusted his cufflinks. "Understandable you can't tell. LX would never produce such hideous designs. My designers would be fired for less."

"Your designers?" Zack barked a laugh. "What, are you Alexander Grant? Prove you're the Grant heir, and I'll kneel as your footstool!"

Patrick Pope arrived then, trailed by LX's design director Sean Stapleton.

Heidi brightened. "Director Stapleton! May I have your autograph?"

Sean ignored her, rushing to Alexander. "Sir, your instructions?"

"Sir?" Zack's grin froze. "Director, you're mistaken! He's just a trophy boyfriend!"

Dead silence engulfed them.

Sean's forehead gleamed with sweat. "Sir, pay no mind to this lunatic."

Zack's legs began trembling. This "trophy boyfriend"... was truly the Grant heir?