Chapter 146

Susan Thompson's wrist was locked in Andrew Lucas's iron grip.

She frowned and struggled, only to be met with even tighter restraint.

"Mr. Lucas, control yourself!" Her voice was icy.

Andrew's pupils constricted violently, his knuckles turning white.

"Susan, you're alive!"

His voice was hoarse, laced with suppressed fury and indescribable anguish.

A humorless smile curved Susan's lips.

"Yes, what a disappointment for you."

She deliberately shook her left hand, letting the hideous scar peek through.

Andrew's eyes instantly flooded with crimson.

"Susan!"

He slammed her against the wall, breathing heavily.

"Send you to your death myself? I wouldn't dirty my hands."

Susan laughed softly, her eyes glinting with mockery.

"Then what exactly are you doing now, Mr. Lucas?"

Her red lips were inches away. Andrew's Adam's apple bobbed.

Just as he was about to lose control, Nicole Capra's shrill voice pierced the air.

"Andrew!"

He snapped out of it and abruptly released Susan.

Nicole latched onto his arm, her nails digging into his flesh.

"The audition is starting."

Her saccharine voice concealed venom.

Susan smoothed her wrinkled sleeve, her gaze sweeping over Nicole's contorted face.

Daniel's cries still echoed in her ears.

Bella Quinn's blood stained her memories.

She would make Nicole pay a hundredfold.

The dressing room mirror reflected her frosty expression.

Her phone vibrated—a message from Benjamin Nash: Ethan Sullivan remains missing in Africa.

Susan clenched her fists.

Even without the young master of the Sullivan family's help, she would tear off Nicole's mask.

The audition hall buzzed with noise.

Susan sat in a corner reviewing the script, brow furrowed.

Swinging barefoot?

What kind of fetish did this director have?

A sudden commotion erupted at the entrance.

A man in a black suit walked in, his commanding presence silencing the room.

Susan looked up and met those fathomless eyes.

Alexander Grant.

Fate pivoted in that moment.