Chapter 66

Susan Thompson staggered as Nicole Capra suddenly clung to her leg.

Nicole's tears came on cue, soaking Susan's dress. "Sister, this is all my fault! I shouldn't have taken the liberty of setting you up... I just couldn't bear seeing you suffer after losing Daniel..."

"Let go." Susan's icy gaze bore into the drama queen.

"No! I'll kneel here until you forgive me!" Nicole tightened her grip, nails digging into Susan's flesh.

Susan stared at that hypocritical face, visions of Daniel's tragic death flashing before her eyes. She clenched her fists until her nails drew blood from her palms.

"Stop acting, Nicole."

"How could you think that of me?" Nicole raised her voice dramatically, drawing stares from nearby guests. "I'm sincerely apologizing!"

She made a show of kowtowing, only to be stopped by a shard of glass Ethan Sullivan kicked toward her.

"Kneel on this," Ethan sneered. "That would show real sincerity."

Nicole paled, casting a pleading look at Andrew Lucas.

Andrew yanked her up, his expression dark. "Know your limits, Ethan."

"Know my limits?" Ethan laughed bitterly. "Where was this energy when she bullied Susan?"

"My woman isn't yours to discipline." Andrew shielded Nicole behind him, enunciating each word. "Even if I marry Nicole, Susan will remain my mistress for life."

"Bullshit!" Ethan swung a punch.

Andrew wiped blood from his lip. "What else do you call a woman who sold herself at Elegant Art for 100 million?"

Susan's blood ran cold.

"Andrew!" Ethan roared.

"What?" Andrew's contemptuous gaze swept over Susan's ashen face. "She signed that contract herself."

Vincent King snorted and stormed out. The assistant hastily followed.

In the suffocating silence, Ethan's voice trembled. "Susan... is this true?"

She closed her eyes, nails biting deeper into her palms. "Yes. I sold myself... at Elegant Art."

Each word flayed her soul.

Andrew smirked at her shattered expression and left arm-in-arm with Nicole.

The AC hummed, yet Susan shivered uncontrollably. Hugging herself brought no warmth to her frozen heart.

Andrew... is this what you wanted?

To grind my last shred of dignity into dust.