Chapter 174

Susan's vision blurred.

She couldn't recognize the figure before her, only feeling a pair of scorching hands gripping her shoulders tightly.

"Who do you love?" A hoarse voice exploded in her ear.

She shook her head blankly.

The only person she remembered loving was her Andrew.

But that same Andrew had destroyed everything.

"Andrew... I don't love you anymore..." She repeated the words unconsciously.

Andrew Lucas's pupils constricted violently.

He clearly saw the unfocused light in her eyes, knowing she wasn't in her right mind.

Yet those words still ignited a fire in his chest.

"Susan!" He slammed her against the wall. "Say that again!"

The impact hurt, but she continued mechanically, "I don't love you anymore..."

Crimson rage flooded Andrew's eyes.

He yanked open her collar and bit down savagely on her collarbone.

"You don't get to choose!"

Alexander Grant's Maybach sped through the night.

Patrick Pope clutched his seatbelt nervously. "Boss, Kevin Oak messaged that it's done—"

"Shut up!"

Alexander floored the accelerator.

His knuckles turned white on the steering wheel, Benjamin Nash's panicked mention of "Susan" ringing in his ears.

That bastard Kevin actually dared...

The steering wheel groaned under his grip.

The private room's door exploded inward.

Alexander stood frozen in the doorway, scanning the empty space.

The pool of blood on the floor stopped his breath.

"Pull the security footage." His voice could freeze hell. "Now."

Before Patrick could react, Alexander was already sprinting toward the elevator.

His hands trembled as he dialed his phone.

If anything happened to Susan...

He'd never forgive himself.