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.

to reality. "This is the place. Open the

for a fraction of a second before

her was even more chaotic than the sounds had suggested. Two burly men had Susan pinned on a couch, while another held her head back,

shivers down

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

significance of David's

lost on Thalassa. Under normal circumstances, Susan should have been behind bars, yet

modelin a high-stakes some

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