Beauty's cheeks flushed red with anger, her almond-shaped eyes glaring at Lucas.
Gritting her teeth, she said, "Whether you believe it or not, nothing happened between him and me.
But that's not important anymore.
Lucas, I finally understand why you insisted on keeping me around.
It's all about the face of the number one man in New York.
You can't stand the idea of someone coveting the person you've set your sights on, so you use me to satisfy your vanity!"
Lucas suddenly chuckled with a crooked smile, the force of his grip almost crushing her shoulder.
Steadying herself, she looked at him without backing down.
"Beauty, did someone mess up your brain?
Do you even know what nonsense you're spouting?
I'll give you one more chance to say it again."
Beauty laughed, her eyes curving like crescent moons, a tear mole at the corner barely noticeable.
But her eyes were bright red, her arms trembling with anger.
