Chapter 259

Nicole's nails dug deep into her palms.

She glared at Susan standing at the center of the film set, her meticulously made-up face twisting with barely contained rage.

How could this disfigured woman still make Andrew lose control?

"Andrew, your throat..." she cooed, attempting to salvage the situation.

"Shut up."

Andrew shook off her hand, his gaze icy.

The set fell into terrifying silence.

Director Cyrus wiped sweat from his brow, forcing an uneasy smile. "Mr. Lucas, this scene is necessary for the plot—"

"Necessary for what?" Andrew sneered. "Necessary to flaunt yourself in public?"

Susan clenched the hem of her costume.

She met his gaze squarely. "Mr. Lucas, this is artistic expression."

"Art?" His eyes raked over her exposed shoulders, his Adam's apple bobbing. "You call this art?"

Vincent suddenly stepped forward. "Mr. Lucas, investors have the right to suggest script changes."

The two men locked eyes, tension crackling between them.

Alexander gently rested a hand on Susan's shoulder. "Her foot injury hasn't fully healed. We'll reschedule this scene."

Susan froze.

She hadn't expected Alexander to remember such a detail.

"How touching." Andrew suddenly laughed coldly. "How considerate of you, Mr. Grant."

He turned on his heel and strode away, Nicole scrambling after him.

The set remained deathly quiet.

Director Cyrus wiped his forehead. "Then today we'll shoot—"

"Continue." Susan's voice cut through the silence.

She refused to let Andrew's interference delay production.

Alexander raised an eyebrow. "Sure?"

"Yes." She took a deep breath. "One take."

When Alexander pressed her down onto the bed, Susan could hear her own heartbeat pounding in her ears.

"Cut!"

The moment the director called it, she practically sprang up.

By the time she finished removing her makeup, it was already midnight.

As Susan exited the studio, she saw the familiar Rolls-Royce idling outside.

"Get in." Alexander rolled down the window.

The night breeze carried a slight chill.

An awkward silence filled the car.

"What brings you to this cameo role, Mr. Grant?" Susan attempted small talk.

"You."

The single word made the air between them freeze.

Susan's ears burned.

Alexander suddenly turned to face her. "That moment earlier... felt different."

Heat exploded across Susan's face.

The driver's hands jerked on the wheel, causing the car to lurch.

Fortunately, her apartment building soon came into view.

Susan practically fled from the vehicle.

But when she pushed open her front door, she froze.

Andrew sat on her couch, his expression dark.

"Having fun?" he sneered.

Susan gripped the doorknob. "Get out."

"The eighteenth of next month." He stood slowly, enunciating each word. "Nicole and I are getting married."

He stepped closer until his breath fanned her face. "Happy now?"