Chapter 293

The man's rough tugging caused Susan's scarf to slip from her neck and fall to the ground.

Her delicate face was fully exposed under the dim glow of the streetlight.

The one gripping her was a drunken middle-aged man, his dark skin flushed from alcohol, his greasy face twisted into a leering grin.

He stood half a head taller than Susan, his thick arms clamping around her slender wrists like iron shackles.

The pungent stench of cheap liquor wafted from the bottle in his hand, making Susan grimace.

"Get off me!"

She turned her face away in disgust, but the man slammed her against the cold brick wall.

A sharp pain shot through her back, forcing a gasp from her lips. Her injured wrist throbbed with numbness.

The man squinted at her through drunken eyes before suddenly smashing the bottle onto the pavement.

He pulled out his phone and flipped through photos, comparing them to her face.

Susan recognized her own perfume advertisement still.

"Susan Thompson?" He leaned in, reeking of alcohol. "Finally found you!"

His greedy gaze roamed over her face, his Adam's apple bobbing.

"I'm your biggest fan! Followed you since your debut!"

The overpowering stench of liquor made Susan turn her face away, fighting nausea.

"Let me go!"

The man let out a grotesque laugh. "Let you go? Your scandals are all over the internet!"

His fingers tightened, turning Susan's face pale with pain.

"Plastic surgery! Escorting! Homewrecking!" He spat through gritted teeth. "How could you betray your fans?"

"Those are all lies!" Susan forced calm into her voice. "You should believe me!"

"Believe you?" He sneered, loosening his grip.

Susan seized the chance to bolt, but he yanked her back against the wall.

"Photos and videos don't lie!" He sprayed spittle as he shouted. "The news says you're nothing but trash!"

His face contorted with growing fury.

"You know how sick I felt seeing your pre-surgery photos?" His voice dripped venom. "So ugly I puked for three days!"

Susan stiffened, her shoulders aching under his bruising grip.

"We can talk this through..." She softened her tone.

"Talk my ass!" The man suddenly pulled out a crumpled ten-dollar bill. "Heard you go for ten bucks a pop? Tonight, you're mine!"

He shoved the money roughly down her collar.