"Brandon, am I the one you love most?"

"Of course you are."

"Then when are you breaking up with Lana Mercer?"

"Today. That boring woman? I'm sick of her already." As he spoke, the man bent down and pressed himself over her again.

Lana Mercer stood outside the bedroom door. Through the narrow crack, she saw the two people on the bed wrapped around each other, tangled so tightly it made her scalp go numb.

Their filthy talk kept drilling into her ears. She was shaking all over from anger.

One of them was the boyfriend she'd loved for years.

The other was the best friend she trusted most.

The two people who were supposed to be closest to her in this world had gone behind her back and ended up in bed together.

Lana Mercer turned around, grabbed the kettle of hot water from the table, then shoved the door open and strode in.

Before either of them could react, she threw the hot water straight at them.

Amid Serena Monroe's shrill scream, Brandon Shaw pulled her into his arms to shield her and snapped, "Since you've already seen it, perfect. Let's break up."

"Lana, Brandon and I really love each other. Just let us be together, okay?"

Lana let out a cold laugh. "Really love each other? Please. You're a bitch, he's a dog. You two can go to hell!"

Neither of them had any clothes on. She felt sick just looking one second longer, so she turned and ran out.

Serena Monroe's expression shifted. Then she deliberately said, "Brandon, I'm sorry, this is all my fault. I'll go check on Lana. What if she gets too worked up and does something stupid?"

...

After leaving the apartment complex, Lana Mercer only felt cold all over, like the chill had seeped into her bones. Her eyes swept across the street once, then she walked straight toward the nightclub nearby.

Not far behind her, Serena Monroe quietly followed.

At Supreme Dynasty, the most famous nightclub in Binhai, Lana Mercer sat in a booth, clutching a bottle and pouring alcohol into her mouth nonstop.

She picked up her glass and downed another huge gulp, muttering through clenched teeth, "Scumbag. Slut. Trash. Shameless piece of work!"

The liquor burned all the way down, sharp and harsh.

Lana Mercer had come here hoping alcohol would numb the hurt, but the pain in her chest didn’t ease one bit. If anything, her stomach churned even harder, like it was about to flip inside out.

She braced herself on the table, pushed up unsteadily, and staggered toward the restroom.

The second Lana disappeared inside, a waiter sneaked over to her booth. He glanced around like a thief, then quickly tore open a small packet of white powder and dumped it into her drink.

Lana had no clue someone had spiked her alcohol. After throwing up in the restroom until her head was spinning and the whole world felt upside down, she dragged herself back to the booth.

Without thinking, she grabbed the glass and took another drink.

The moment she swallowed the spiked liquor, Serena Monroe, who had been lurking nearby the whole time, stepped forward in her heels, each click cold and smug.

She looked down at Lana from above, eyes full of mockery. "Seriously? What era are we in? And you're still acting all pure and untouchable. If you hadn't refused to let Brandon touch you, do you really think he would've ended up with me?"

"Get lost!" Lana shot to her feet and flung her arm at her, but the alcohol had already hollowed out her strength. Before she could even steady herself, she dropped back onto the couch.

One look at her and Serena knew the drug was about to kick in.

"Lana Mercer, I just put something strong in your drink." Serena curled her lips into a nasty smile. "I stole one man from you. So what? Tonight I'll pay you back with another one, how's that?"

"The top escort in this club, the biggest star they’ve got. We were besties once, right? Consider it my final gift to you."

"You—" Lana tried to get up after hearing that, but her head felt heavy, her legs weak, and her body tipped backward.

In the next second, everything went black.

Seeing that she had fully passed out, Serena let out a cold laugh and turned to the waiter. "Take her to Room 602 upstairs."