Chapter 33

A sharp slap echoed across the film set.

Nicole Capra's head snapped sideways, her meticulously applied makeup instantly distorted.

Ethan Sullivan shoved her away, sending her stumbling to the ground.

"You hit me?" Nicole clutched her cheek, tears welling up.

"Shut up!" Ethan's eyes burned with fury as he saw Susan Thompson's pale face. "You knew about her hand injury!"

"I'm your own sister!" Nicole's voice trembled. "How could you choose some outsider—"

"Outsider?" Ethan sneered. "Who was it that rushed to tell me Susan harmed our mother just two nights ago?"

He bent down to help Susan up, his pupils contracting at the sight of blood seeping through her bandage.

"To the hospital."

Susan shook her head slightly. "It's just prop blood."

The director hesitantly approached. "Mr. Sullivan, this is—"

"Visiting my girlfriend. Problem?"

The director stole a glance at Susan, realizing her natural beauty outshone Nicole's heavy makeup. No wonder the young master was smitten.

"Nicole," Ethan's voice turned glacial. "Apologize."

"I was just following the script!" Nicole turned to the director. "Right?"

The director forced a smile. "Well...the script does require—"

"Cut the crap!" Ethan interrupted. "Final warning, Nicole."

Nicole suddenly turned tearful eyes toward Susan. "Why must you always target me? We were once like sisters..."

The director quickly chimed in. "Yes, harmony brings prosperity—"

Susan suddenly pulled out her phone.

Nicole's venomous voice blared from the speaker: "Enjoying this, Susan?"

The set fell dead silent.

Every gaze toward Nicole shifted with dawning realization.

"You recorded me?!" Nicole's face darkened, her mask slipping completely. "You bitch!"

She quickly reassumed a wounded expression. "I treated you with sincerity, yet you—"

"Enough!" Ethan thundered. "Apologize, or face the consequences."

Susan straightened her spine, her slender frame radiating unyielding dignity.

The truth had surfaced. The victor was clear.