Chapter 110

"Bang!"

Andrew Lucas's fist struck Vincent King's handsome face with thunderous force. He grabbed Vincent by the collar and slammed him against the wooden table.

"Who gave you permission to touch her!"

Andrew's eyes burned crimson like an enraged beast. He delivered another backhanded blow, drawing blood from Vincent's lip.

Vincent wiped the blood from his mouth with deliberate grace, straightening his posture as a mocking glint flashed in his eyes.

"My woman. I'll touch her whenever I please. That's none of your concern, Andrew."

"Your woman?" Andrew's laugh was icy, his gaze freezing over.

His eyes caught the stark bloodstain on the bed's edge, his heart constricting violently. Had this woman really undergone that surgery again to please Vincent?

How laughable. He'd called in every favor, even owed his eldest brother a debt, just to find her. And what did he discover? Her entangled with Vincent in this remote cabin!

"Susan Thompson, you're quite the actress." Andrew's voice cut like a blade. "Selling yourself to me at Elegant Art, then climbing into Vincent's bed. How revolting."

Susan tightened her coat around herself, her face pale as paper.

She couldn't be bothered to explain. In this man's eyes, she'd always be nothing but a cheap whore.

"Think whatever you want, Mr. Lucas." Her voice was hoarse. "My affairs are none of your business."

"None of my business?" Andrew laughed in fury, reaching for her slender neck.

Vincent suddenly stepped between them, his gaze sharp. "That's enough, Andrew."

As tension crackled between the two men, Vincent's phone rang. His expression changed instantly when he saw the caller ID.

"Candy?"

Candy Wilson's weak sobs came through the line. "Vincent... I have a fever..."

Vincent ended the call hastily, throwing Susan a meaningful glance before leaving. "We'll continue this another time."

Silence reclaimed the cabin. Susan fought to stay conscious when Andrew suddenly gripped her chin.

"See that? To Vincent, you're not worth one of Candy's fingers." His voice dripped with cruel satisfaction. "Playing innocent won't help. You'll always be his dirty little secret."

Susan turned her face away, her voice feather-light. "That's still none of your concern, Mr. Lucas."

"Susan!"

Andrew kicked the ground in rage, his foot connecting with a black object—a Canon DSLR camera. The lens was shattered, but the memory card remained intact.

He bent to pick it up, a flicker of suspicion crossing his features.