In the dimly lit VIP lounge, a stern voice cut through the tension. Thalassa's heart sank. That voice... it was David's!

And the woman who had screamed just moments ago? Susan!

Before Thalassa could even process the situation, a sharp "slap" echoed through the room.

The sound of a palm striking flesh was unmistakable, and from the intensity alone, Thalassa could tell the victim must have been in excruciating pain, probably swelling up by the second.

"Stop, please, no more!" Susan's pleas for mercy were heartbreaking.

back to reality. "This is

for a fraction of a second before pushing the door

had suggested. Two burly men had Susan pinned on a couch, while another held her head back, slapping her relentlessly as David watched his expression

sight sent shivers

stern face softened slightly as he approached Lysander and reported, "Susan hasn't confessed yet who pulled strings to get her into the

significance of

should have

modelin a high-stakes some

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