The Road to Rebirth Her Fresh Start and His Late Sorrow by Helena R. Bates

Chapter 113

At the entrance of the restroom.

"Lena's in there fooling around with someone!" Susan whispered with a mixture of glee and anticipation as she pressed her ear against the door, straining to hear the faint but unmistakable sounds of a scandalous encounter.

She could barely contain her excitement. If she caught Lena on camera in such a compromising situation, it would be the end of her career in the design world. Not only would Evergreen Global drop her like a hot potato, but no reputable company would want to work with her.

With this thought fueling her adrenaline, Susan boldly pushed open the door, and the paparazzi who had been lurking behind her charged in like a pack of wolves.

Click, click, click-the sound of camera shutters filled the air, sending a thrill through Susan. She taunted, "Lena, how could you do this? How could you fool around with men here-Lucy?!!"

Susan's eyes widened in shock, her mind stumbling to process the scene before her. It wasn't Lena entangled with someone, but Lucy, completely vulnerable and sobbing, her mouth gagged with a filthy rag. The air in the room was heavy with the scent of sex, and torn clothing was strewn across the floor. Susan's mind went blank. What just happened here?

The paparazzi stood frozen for a moment before recovering and snapping shots with renewed fervor. "Jackpot! This is the Allen family's heiress! Imagine the ratings when this hits the news."

her words fragmented and desperate, "Don't... don't take pictures... Susan!" Still in shock, Susan stammered, "Lucy, why

be Lena caught in the

mocking voice cut through the tension, "Susan, why would you think the person fooling around was Lena?

spoken. Even Baldrick looked up, his attention drawn by the

a strikingly handsome man at his side, possessing an almost

What was Michael doing

Baldrick could gather his thoughts, Michael met his gaze, and

lips slightly. Why was Michael antagonistic

etched into her features. "Mr. Ferguson, I don't understand

was Michael

at his lips. "Really? You don't understand, or are you

Susan was speechless.

to tear the rag from her mouth,

those men on me! I won't let you