Chapter 264

"Stop!" Nicole's voice was hoarse as she screamed. Blood mixed with tears streamed down her face, leaving her in a pitiful state.

She had never been so terrified before.

Physical pain was bearable, but once her reputation was ruined, there was no going back.

The most damning evidence was the fake scar on her abdomen. That mark made it impossible to deny the woman in the video was her.

"Please, sisters..." Nicole trembled as she clutched the woman's sleeve. "If this gets out, my life is over!"

Sobbing uncontrollably, she begged, "I know I was wrong! I'll change! Just give me one chance, please!"

"Did you think about the consequences when you were playing homewrecker?" The woman yanked her arm away in disgust. "A bitch like you deserves to be torn apart!"

"Andrew Lucas must be blind!" Another woman kicked her hard in the face.

Nicole spat out a mouthful of blood, her hair sticking to the grime, making her look revolting.

"Post that video online now!" the woman snapped. "Let everyone see the true face of this green tea bitch!"

"Especially Andrew Lucas—he needs to see what kind of snake she really is!"

"No!" Nicole suddenly shrieked. "I'll pay you! A million each!"

Desperation laced her voice. "What's done is done. Ruining me won't benefit you either..."

"Disgusting!" Hannah Green spat in her face. "You think we want your dirty money?"

She flashed the Patek Philippe on her wrist. "Take a good look. Do we look like we need your pocket change?"

Nicole trembled violently. She had always believed money could solve anything, but now she'd hit a wall.

As seconds ticked by, she slowly regained her composure.

If begging didn't work...

"You know who I am," Nicole suddenly straightened her back. "I'm Victor Thompson's daughter. Andrew Lucas's fiancée."

A ruthless glint flashed in her eyes. "If you touch me, you'll never survive in Seaview City!"

Hannah froze mid-motion.

Even Jade Smith, who had been uploading the video, paused.

Nicole knew her threat had landed.

"Delete the video and apologize to me," she wrapped the sheet tighter around herself, lifting her chin. "Or I'll make sure you rot in prison!"

Director Zachary Quinn stumbled over, hastily buttoning his shirt. "Bianca, we can't afford to mess with the Thompsons..."

He pleaded, "For the sake of my career, just let her go."