Chapter 389

On the plane. Tina Waters stared at the drone footage on her screen, face dark as a storm cloud. The paused frame caught the exact moment Sullivan Fletcher shielded Camila Harrington beneath him— It was aerial footage, yet surprisingly sharp and well-composed. Especially Camila’s face—flawlessly pale, delicate, and framed at just the perfect angle. Tina was seething with jealousy, practically out of her mind. She wanted to grab a knife and slash that damn face to pieces. She’d destroyed that face with acid more than three years ago—so where the hell did this bitch get her beauty back? It looked so natural. So identical to how she used to look. You’d never guess her skin had ever been burned. Grinding her nails into her palm, Tina’s rage twisted her features into something almost grotesque. The bitterness, the jealousy—they were eating her alive. These past three years, she’d wanted to hunt Camila down and erase her for good. But Dashiell Hale had hidden her too well. Not a single trace