Chapter 1012


    Every head turned as the neer strode into the room.


    She was dressed to kill, her makeupyered on thick and wless.


    Her eyshes, long and artificial, fluttered like miniature fans atop her eyes with each blink.


    Her lips, painted the same color as her dress, seemed ready for the stage rather than the understated


    elegance of the antique collectors'' soiree she had just entered.


    In an instant, she was the center of everyone''s attention.


    "Hey everyone, my name’s Susan. Thrilled to be here with you all tonight at this lovely gathering. This


    is my assistant." Susan said, lifting her dress slightly and waving with a beaming smile. "We''ll be


    mingling in a bit, so let''s trade digits on WhatsApp and make some connections."


    Trailing behind her was a man in casual wear, his rxed attire a stark contrast to her morous get-


    up.


    The man quickly whipped out his phone. He approached the intrigued businessmen, eager for


    connections.


    Some, out of politeness, obliged; others turned on their heel and walked away.


    Susan didn''t mind. Each new contact was a potential opportunity.


    She had heard through the grapevine that the Draven Group was hosting an antique collectors'' mixer


    at the Draven International Hotel. Knowing the Dravens were tight with Lysander, she was hoping that


    Lysander would be there as well. So, there she was, hunting for a chance to meet him.


    Dressed to the nines, she was a siren among sailors, ready to draw in the attention. Whether or not


    Lysander was in attendance, she was determined to leave with a bevy of new contacts.


    Susan flitted from guest to guest with her assistant busyworking.


    Thssa recognized Susan. She diverged her sight indifferently and grabbed a bottle of wine from the


    liquor cab.


    On the other side, Susan’s eyes scanned all over the hall for Lysander. Soon, disappointment settled in


    as her search proved fruitless. But just as she was about to give up hope, she caught a glimpse of


    Thssa''s slender silhouette.


    Susan''s smile withered, her gaze hardened, and she made a beeline for Thssa.


    Thssa, on her way back to the private room, found her path suddenly blocked by the heavily made-


    up Susan.


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    Thssa''s guard went up immediately, her expression icy. "A good dog doesn''t get in the way!"


    "A dog? Your whole family''s nothing but dogs!" Susan retorted, her anger boiling over.


    "Did I name you? If the shoe fits, wear it." Thssa shot back, giving Susan a frosty nce before


    attempting to sidestep her.


    "Stop right there!" Susan blocked her path again, imperious.


    "That wine''s for Lysander, isn''t it?" Susan asserted confidently. If Thssa was here, Lysander had to


    be here too.


    It seemed her luck was turning.


    "What business is it of yours who I''m taking this wine to?" Thssa sneered, eyeing her with disgust


    before turning to leave.


    "You can ignore me all you want, but I can just call my dad and have that video released right now."


    Susan threatened, her voice cold.


    Thssa froze. A chill ran down her spine, anger ring inside her.


    Her breath quickened as she trembled with rage.


    Bruce and his daughter were relentless with their video threats!


    She wanted nothing more than to smash the wine bottle over Susan''s head and be done with her.


    But she couldn''t.


    With a deep breath, Thssa''s rage was momentarily quelled by rationality. She turned back to Susan,


    her eyes burning with suppressed fury. "What do you want from me?"