Chapter 292

"Andrew Lucas, have you lost your damn mind?"

Susan was slammed against the car door without warning, her back throbbing from the impact. She struggled desperately but couldn't match the man's brute strength.

Just when she thought there was no escape tonight, Andrew suddenly released her, shoving her away with visible disgust.

He leisurely adjusted his suit cuffs, his handsome features glowing cold under the streetlight.

"Susan, did you really think I'd touch you?" His lips curled into a mocking smile. "Vincent King's used goods? You're filthy."

Susan's face paled before she swung her handbag at him with full force.

"Mr. Lucas overestimates himself." Her laugh was icy. "Even if I wanted a boy toy, I'd pick someone young and vigorous. An old man like you? I wouldn't take you even if you paid me!"

She turned on her heel, stilettoes clicking sharply through the silent night.

Andrew remained rooted, his eyes darkening like spilled ink.

He knew the online rumors were false. If Susan had ever been involved with Vincent, she wouldn't have resisted to the death back then.

But the words stuck in his throat.

Too proud to explain, he'd rather let her misunderstand.

Remembering Susan's defiant demeanor moments ago, his lips quirked unconsciously. The little woman had grown bolder since leaving him.

Pulling out his phone, he dialed Leo Miller.

"Boss?" Leo's sleepy voice answered.

"Candy Wilson's dirty laundry. Release it now."

Hanging up, Andrew narrowed his eyes at the distant neon lights. Those who dared target what was his would pay.

Leo stared at the abruptly ended call in confusion until he saw Susan's trending scandal.

"Tsk tsk, tsundere much?" Shaking his head as he uploaded Candy's compromising materials, he muttered, "The boss is playing white knight now."

Late night streets. Susan tightened her scarf waiting for a cab.

The online abuse escalated—rumors of plastic surgery, fabricated escort past, even fake "before" photos circulated.

"That $30 ugly whore thinks she can be a star?"

"Plastic freaks should be banned from entertainment!"

"Heard she even services homeless grandpas. Disgusting!"

Susan switched off her phone, closing tired eyes.

The taxi soon reached her apartment. As she stepped out, a gust tore off her face mask.

Before she could readjust it, a liquor-soaked hand grabbed her wrist.