Chapter 362

Camila Harrington stood frozen with her phone in hand for a long moment. Her heart was racing like crazy, cheeks tinged with an unusual flush of red that screamed flustered. “Camila, are you blushing? Whose call was that, huh?” Emma Fletcher, who'd just finished messing with Lillian Blackwell, glanced up and caught the fleeting pink on Camila's face, her curiosity instantly piqued. Ever since Camila had Lottie, Emma hadn’t seen her flustered like this. Seriously, who had the power to make their fierce, mercenary queen show a trace of girly shyness? “Just hot in here.” Camila answered coolly. The heat had pretty much faded by now. Morning light streamed through the window, casting a soft glow over her face—a face that now carried its usual calm and icy sharpness. As for who had really called, she wasn’t about to tell Emma. Knowing her, if she heard Prescott Ellington had called, she’d definitely explode. “Hot? I don’t feel a thing. Camila, don't try to dodge the question. Spill it! Fess