Lauren was furious. “I’d like to see who dares!”

At that moment, Andrew walked in, his tone calm. “It’s fine, Lauren. If he wants to force Shiloh, let him try.” Lauren gritted her teeth. “But Dr. Lloyd, look at that disgusting lingerie in his hand! He actually wants to force a woman who’s taken vows to wear that—tell me that’s not perverted!”

Andrew’s gaze landed on Michael, his smirk ice-cold. “Didn’t you get enough of a beating yesterday? I’d advise you not to push your luck.”

Michael let out a sinister laugh. “Speaking of yesterday, Andrew, I haven’t even settled the score with you yet. Don’t get too comfortable—I promise, your days of swaggering around won’t last long!”

Andrew’s expression remained relaxed. “Great. Let’s see which one of us goes down first.”

Michael’s face darkened. Instead of ordering his assistants to act, he grabbed the lingerie himself and strode right up to Shiloh. “Here. Put this on and come out so I can get a good look.”

His Adam’s apple bobbed as he stared at her veiled face, his eyes filled with lust. With a chuckle, he said, “I bet you’ve never worn anything this nice in your entire life. Go ahead and change. If you make me happy, I can turn you into Jayrodale’s biggest influencer.”

Yesterday, he had already figured it out—this woman had lived a humble, frugal life, and she was desperate to make money.

Of course, Michael had plenty of money. If he played his cards right, with a little baiting here and there, he might just get this beautiful woman into his bed.

Shiloh’s expression was calm as she said softly, “Sorry, but I don’t wear things like this.”

Michael grinned. “No need to be shy. Just trust me—once you put it on, you’ll look absolutely stunning. Besides, I’ll pay you just to wear it. Isn’t money exactly what you need? And if you listen to me, I’ll make sure you get even more.”

Shiloh shook her head. “I already have 20 million. I’m not in need of money. And besides, you’re disgusting. Your money is filthy—I don’t want it.”

Michael’s face twisted in rage. “You little bitch! You wanna act all high and mighty with me? Do you really think—"

Suddenly, a loud thud echoed through the studio. No one even saw when Shiloh moved. All they saw was that she had slapped Michael across the head.

Michael’s eyes rolled back, and without so much as a groan, he collapsed to the floor, completely unconscious. Lauren’s jaw dropped. “One slap, and he’s out cold? Shiloh, how the hell are you that strong?”

Shiloh scoffed. “Knocking him out was easy. If I really wanted to, I could crush his skull with one slap.”

Lauren was still in disbelief. She glanced at Andrew and asked, “Dr. Lloyd, you knew about this all along?”

Andrew chuckled. “Relax. Anyone can be bullied, but in Jayrodale, if there’s one person who won’t ever be a victim, it’s Shiloh.”

Shiloh looked down at Michael in disgust before saying casually, “He’s rotten to the core. Should I just kill him and be done with it?”

Chapter 822

Lauren’s eyes widened in alarm. “Absolutely not, Shiloh! We’re in public! If you kill him, it’ll be a huge mess!” Michael’s lackeys had already rushed over, frantically trying to lift him up.

At the same time, they glared at Andrew and shouted, “Mr. Lloyd, you ordered this violent woman to attack him! Mr. Rhodes won’t let this slide!”

Andrew let out a cold snort. “No need to wait for later—I’m not letting it slide either.”

“M–Mr. Lloyd, what are you planning?”

The lackeys panicked when they saw the dangerous look on Andrew’s face.

Andrew’s lips curled into a wicked smile. “Strip Michael down, then put him in the lingerie he brought.”

A deep gasp spread through the room.

“Mr. Lloyd, you can’t be serious!”

“Mr. Lloyd, this… this is worse than killing him!”