#Chapter 93: Public Humiliation

Iris The three women freeze. The tall one releases my hair so quickly I nearly stumble from the loss of her grip. “Alpha President,” she starts, her voice suddenly sickly sweet, “we were just—” “Silence,” Arthur growls, and the cold sound of command in his voice is so powerful that I feel it vibrate through my bones. In an instant, security guards flood the bathroom and converge on the women. “Take them,” Arthur commands, not even looking at the guards. His eyes are fixed on me, a mixture of fury and concern darkening them to a blood-red. The three women protest as they’re dragged away. I try to hold the tatters of my dress together, but it’s hopeless. The beautiful emerald silk hangs in strips, exposing far more skin than it covers. And then I notice something worse. Behind Arthur, beyond the broken door, I can see flashes. Camera flashes. “Arthur,” I choke out, “the photographers—” He turns his head, following my gaze. His express