Chapter 48

That night, Camila's fever shot up to 105.8°F. She had to be resuscitated in the ER before finally making it through. Afterwards, she was moved to a VIP suite, and Prescott had been by her side the whole time. It wasn't until Dorian and Beatrice rushed in, breathless with worry, that Prescott finally left the room to give the couple some space. Outside the ward, a dozen men stood alert, waiting for Prescott. As soon as he stepped out, one of them quickly walked up. "Boss, we just got a call from Mr. Hartwell. There's trouble in Africa. Miss Waters said she wants you to go over." Prescott's brows contracted coldly. "Tell Paul he doesn't need to pass along any messages from Tina Waters anymore. If something serious happens, Dirk will call me directly." "Y-Yes, Boss." The man instinctively lowered his voice when he sensed Prescott's obvious annoyance. Prescott knew exactly what Tina was up to. Two years ago, he'd already made it clear-there was nothing between them. She wasn't his type. N