Chapter 222

Candy Wilson froze on the spot.

The pungent stench made her gag.

Vincent King stood nearby, his tailored suit immaculate, his handsome features godlike. Candy's eyes welled up as tears cascaded down her cheeks.

"Vincent..."

Sobbing pitifully, she stumbled toward him.

The assistants exchanged uneasy glances, none daring to approach. The smell was suffocating. They silently signaled security to apprehend the manure-throwing culprit.

Vincent's brow furrowed slightly.

When Candy lunged at him, covered in filth, he instinctively sidestepped.

"Ah!"

Her feet slipped, sending her crashing onto the pavement. Her meticulously styled hair was now matted with waste, her expensive gown ruined beyond repair.

"Vincent, it hurts..."

She lifted her face, attempting her usual pitiful expression. But smeared with grime, she only looked ridiculous.

Vincent's outstretched hand paused midair.

"Roger."

He summoned his assistant with a low command, stepping back another two paces.

Suddenly, camera flashes erupted.

"Miss Wilson, any response to the R-country reports?"

"Does Mr. King know about your past with the tycoon?"

Reporters swarmed, lenses trained on the disheveled Candy.

"Get away! Stop filming!"

She shrieked hysterically, lunging for a camera. The journalists recoiled, protecting their expensive equipment from contamination.

Vincent's icy gaze swept the crowd.

"Leave."

A single word sent chills down their spines. Remembering his ruthless reputation, they scattered in panic.

"Vincent, I was framed..."

Tears streaming, Candy tried approaching again.

Vincent retreated impassively. "Roger will take you home."

He turned toward the opposite sidewalk, his departure final.

Roger grimaced as he opened the car door, rolling windows down completely. This vehicle was beyond salvage...

Meanwhile, Leo Miller stood trembling before Andrew Lucas.

"Boss, Alexander Grant just joined Weibo."

Andrew's eyes turned glacial.

"He posted." Leo swallowed hard. "Called Miss Thompson the most wonderful woman... and tagged her."

The air froze.

Leo's back prickled with cold sweat. Just as he braced for fury, a soft chuckle broke the tension.

"Daniel is my son."

Andrew's lips curved, triumph gleaming in his eyes.

Leo suddenly understood. With the child as leverage, victory was assured.

"Who called her a shoehorn face?" Andrew's voice turned dangerous.

Leo jumped. "Blind fools! Miss Thompson is absolutely stunning!"

The chill dissipated.

Andrew nodded approvingly. "My taste has always been impeccable."

Leo gaped. Was this really the cold-blooded Andrew Lucas?

"And Candy Wilson?"

"Proceeding as planned. Tomorrow's headlines are secured."

Andrew's slender fingers tapped the desk. "Not enough." His gaze darkened. "Take her to South Lake. Tonight, I'll personally deliver Susan's justice."