Chapter 284

Nicole Capra's face turned deathly pale the moment Ethan Sullivan finished speaking.

A stack of photographs was flung violently in front of her, scattering across the floor.

The images captured intimate moments between her and Sean Stapleton. Some showed her straddling his lap, others depicted them drinking arm-in-arm, and several revealed his hands wandering over her body.

"Andrew, this is your fiancée's true nature!" Ethan sneered. "She claims Susan framed her, but what about these photos?"

Andrew Lucas bent to pick up one photograph, his expression terrifyingly calm.

The image showed Sean's hand resting on Nicole's chest.

"Andrew!" Nicole rushed forward to grasp his arm. "Let me explain—"

Ethan cut her off. "Explain what? How you actively seduced Sean?"

"That's not true!" Tears streamed down Nicole's face. "Four years ago... when you needed surgery money after your injury, I—"

Her voice broke, her entire body trembling.

A flicker of emotion finally crossed Andrew's eyes.

"I'd just entered the entertainment industry with no connections." Nicole lifted her tear-stained face. "Hostessing paid twenty thousand per night... I... I only let them touch me, nothing more—"

She suddenly pushed Andrew away. "I'm not worthy of you! Let's break up!"

Andrew yanked her back into his embrace with startling force.

"Silly girl." His voice turned hoarse. "After all you sacrificed for me, how could I ever reject you?"

Nicole sobbed violently against his chest.

Ethan shook with rage. He'd expected these photos would expose Nicole's true colors, but she'd spun herself into a self-sacrificing saint with just a few words.

"Andrew! Wake up!" Ethan roared. "She's lying to you!"

Andrew shot him an icy glare. "Enough."

Ethan clenched his fists. He knew Andrew's nature—repaying kindness tenfold. Nicole's "life-saving grace" made her untouchable in Andrew's eyes.

He needed irrefutable evidence.

Meanwhile, at the Variety of Beauties Club.

Vincent King stood smoking at the corridor's end, his brow furrowed with irritation.

His mood hadn't improved since witnessing Susan's intimate scene with Alexander Grant on set.

"That little slut Susan..." A lewd chuckle sounded behind him. "Five grand was all it took—what a bargain!"

"Right? Acting all virtuous when she just wanted cash..."

Vincent's cigarette snapped between his fingers.

Turning, he saw two men leering at a phone screen displaying Susan's photo.

"I offered to keep her and she refused—turns out I didn't flash enough bills!"

Vincent's gaze turned glacial.

So that's how it was.

Crushing his cigarette, he strode toward the elevators. If she preferred transactions, he'd bury her in money until she surrendered.