Though Kiara found the timing suspicious, she couldn't exactly argue.
She had assumed the person inside was Camilla, which was why she'd made such a scene without holding back.
Being caught red-handed wasn't entirely implausible.
But Harrison knew better—this was all Camilla's doing.
Dark clouds of fury gathered in his eyes, veins bulging along the back of his clenched fists.
Harrison should've just sent someone to kill this woman outright, instead of scheming to humiliate Sinclair with this farce!
"Mr. Nolan," Camilla turned her head slightly, casting a glance at Nolan before shifting her gaze back to the dressing room, her crimson lips curving into a sly smile.
"I have no idea why those two inside would drag me into this mess, but what's done is done.
Nothing I say will change that."
A glint of icy detachment flickered in the depths of her narrowed eyes.
"Since this is your territory, I'll leave it to you to handle."
