Chapter 285

Vincent King crushed his cigarette with force, his knuckles turning white. He pulled out his phone and jabbed at the screen.

"Get me $100,000 in cash—now! Deliver it to A Variety of Beauties within ten minutes!"

"Find out which private room Susan Thompson is in!"

In less than ten minutes, Roger Davis arrived with the cash and handed over a slip of paper with the room number.

Vincent snatched the stack of bills, his expression dark as storm clouds. He strode toward the private room, his back radiating icy fury.

In the corner, Candy Wilson bit her lip so hard she tasted blood. Her nails dug into her palms as she watched Vincent's retreating figure.

Lately, he had grown colder toward her. Even when they shared a bed, he refused to touch her.

What shattered her most was hearing him whisper Susan's name in his sleep.

Tonight's scheme was supposed to expose Susan's true nature. Instead, it had only fueled Vincent's possessiveness.

A venomous glint flashed in Candy's eyes. She pulled out her phone and dialed several numbers rapidly.

If Vincent refused to wake up, she'd make sure Susan was ruined beyond repair.

Susan had only been discharged from the hospital two days ago. The wound on her wrist still ached faintly, but it didn't hinder her movements.

Tonight, Cecilia Grant had invited her to discuss a public service ad—a project advocating for disabled children, something Susan cared deeply about.

When she pushed open the private room door, she saw Cecilia's message saying she'd be late. Susan decided to wait.

Just as she was thinking about how to convince Victor Thompson of her true identity, the door was kicked open.

Vincent stood in the doorway, radiating menace, his gaze terrifyingly dark.

Susan frowned and stood, ready to avoid this madman. Before she could take a step, a thick stack of cash slammed into her face.

The $100,000 hit like a brick, making her vision blur. Bills scattered across the floor, the garish red staining the carpet.

"Vincent, have you lost your mind? Get out!"

Trembling with anger, Susan bent to gather the money to throw back at him—only for Vincent to shove her onto the couch.

"Five grand to service two men—did you enjoy it?" His voice was glacial. "I'll double it. You're not leaving tonight."

Susan had no idea what he was talking about. She struggled desperately, aggravating her wrist injury. Cold sweat dripped down her back from the pain.

"Let me go! This is assault!"

Vincent sneered and knocked her phone away. "Stop pretending to be innocent. You took the money—now deliver."

As his hands grew more aggressive, Susan's eyes burned with panic. Her injured left hand was useless, and her right was pinned.

"You're married! Think about how Candy would feel!" She tried to appeal to his reason.

"Married?" His lips curled mockingly. "Paying for fun isn't cheating. Susan, you're not even homewrecker material."

BANG—

The door burst open as a swarm of reporters rushed in, cameras flashing.