"Sweetheart," Sinclair swiveled his laptop toward Camilla.
"All set."
The screen displayed Tiffany's recent call logs and messages in meticulous detail.
With memories of her past life still vivid, Camilla wasn't surprised by her husband's technical prowess.
She pressed her crimson lips together, her eyes fixed intently on the screen.
Soon, her gaze locked onto a number Tiffany had contacted repeatedly over the past few days.
Without hesitation, Camilla dialed it immediately.
The phone rang endlessly before finally being picked up.
"Who is this?"
The moment the voice came through, recognition flashed in Camilla's eyes.
So, it was her.
"Marie, it's me," Camilla's voice was icy, dripping with restrained fury.
"Camilla."
Thanks to Tiffany, Marie and Camilla had met on several occasions.
They weren't exactly close, but they weren't strangers either.
Marie didn't beat around the bush, her tone laced with urgency.
