Anthony tilted my chin up with one finger, satisfied. "Good girl. Go change into the dress." "Relax. This is a big-budget production. It's guaranteed to blow up. Once Bianca and I take home Best Actor and Best Actress, and after you've given me a child down the line, I'll consider going public with you." I swallowed the urge to slap him across the face. I walked into the restroom, expressionless. I didn't need to look to know Anthony had posted a bodyguard outside the door. But he was overthinking it. When you encountered filth, the best move wasn't to run. It was to clean it up. I pulled out the unassuming handmade pendant tucked inside my collar and pressed the hidden button. A few seconds later, Connor Henson's voice crackled through, lazy and laced with something sour. "What's going on, princess?" "Aren't you busy lowering yourself to babysit that dog of a man? And you still have time to call me?" My tone was flat. "I'm done playing." "He's handing me off to another man tonight. Trading me for his little girlfriend's resources." Half a second of silence on the other end. Then the crisp sound of glass shattering, and Connor's voice dropped to something ice-cold. "Give me the location. I'm coming to put that piece of trash in the ground."