Chapter 324

Even though the caller ID didn’t show a name, Camila Harrington knew that number like the back of her hand. It was seared into her memory, impossible to forget, just like Prescott Ellington himself—he’d barged into her life and taken up permanent residence in her mind, no invitation necessary. Camila stared down at her phone, brows tightly knit, not moving to answer. The ringtone kept going, annoyingly persistent. It used to be her favorite tune, but right now, the sound made her scalp prickle. It drilled into her brain, over and over, sparking an out-of-nowhere restlessness that left her on edge. She just sat there, frozen, eyes unfocused as she watched the screen lighting up. At the same time— Prescott Ellington stepped out of the Harrington estate, his face dark and unreadable. He wasn’t exactly fuming, but the heaviness in the air around him said he was definitely not fine. He stood still under the burning sun, the heat beating down, his grip on his phone so tight the veins on his