Chapter 183
Susan Thompson had always disdained prying into others' privacy.
But the despicable pair, Nicole Capra and Henry Bartley, were utterly revolting.
Her fingers trembled slightly as she stared at the photos sent by the private detective.
In the images, Nicole clung to Henry's arm, entering the Golden Splendor club with a coquettish smile.
Susan smirked coldly.
This was Andrew Lucas's cherished "first love"?
Playing the innocent maiden while juggling multiple men—Nicole must have nerves of steel to avoid splitting her personality.
Golden Splendor, owned by the King family, had tight security.
Susan applied flawless makeup, her winged eyeliner sharp and lips blazing red.
The guards at the entrance froze at the sight of her, mistaking the radiant beauty for a celebrity.
They didn’t even check her bag.
The door to the VIP suite on the top floor was slightly ajar.
She slipped in silently and quickly placed the disguised pinhole cameras—a lighter and a button—on the bedside and windowsill.
Perfect angles.
As she turned to leave, the door suddenly swung open.
Vincent King's towering figure blocked the exit, his gaze dark and dangerous.
"What are you doing here?" His grip on her wrist was bruising.
Her heart skipped a beat.
"Let go!"
She struggled fiercely, but footsteps echoed down the hallway.
Henry's greasy voice grew closer. "Nicole, I've missed you so much..."
Susan paled.
Too late.
She yanked Vincent into the bathroom and locked the door.
In the cramped space, their breaths tangled.
He pinned her against the wall, eyes unreadable. "Here to spy?"
Her pupils constricted.
"Let me guess..." He leaned in, his warm breath brushing her neck. "Trying to ruin Nicole? Or..."
"Trying to crawl back to Andrew?"
The sound of rustling clothes came from outside.
Susan stiffened.
Vincent suddenly smiled—a chilling sight.
"What if I throw you out right now?"
His long fingers traced her cheek, but his gaze remained icy.
She bit her lip hard.
Her plan had unraveled completely.
Staring at his dangerously handsome face, a realization struck her—
Tonight, she might not leave this room alive.