Chapter 395

Erica thought it would be simple-if she could become "friends"with Vincent again, it might bring her closer to him.

Vincent's lips curved almost imperceptibly. Friends? Since when had Hannah ever lowered her head to him? The woman sitting across from him wasn't Hannah, despite that familiar face. The Hannah he knew would rather aim a gun at herself than be trapped by him. So who exactly was this woman?

Vincent stayed silent. After a long pause, he reached for his phone on the table. The motion was steady, casual, yet it cut through the heavy quiet. Without looking at her, he spoke into the receiver. "Bring the car around."

Then, he rose, his shadow falling over her, his voice calm and distant once more. "Come on. I'll take you home."

A flicker of disappointment ran through Erica's chest. Maybe Vincent still hated Hannah for escaping him. But she eased slightly. At least, he wasn't turning her away. She rose quickly."Alright."

The ride back was wrapped in silence.

Vincent leaned into his seat, eyes closed as if resting.

Erica stared out the window. Several times, words rose to her lips, but she swallowed them back. There was no need to hurry.They had time.

At last, the car stopped in front of an upscale apartment complex.

"Thank you," Erica said quietly as she opened the car door and Thank you," Erica said quietly as she opened the car door and stepped out.

Vincent only gave a slight nod.

The tinted window slid up, cutting her view of him completely.

Erica turned and walked into the building.

Inside the car, Vincent's eyes snapped open. He dialed Derek.

His voice was cold, clipped. "Havenridge Apartments, Baycrest

Avenue. Look into a woman there who looks like Hannah."

"Understood," Derek replied immediately.

Upstairs, Erica closed the apartment door and leaned against it,her knees trembling until she sank slowly to the floor. Her heart pounded in her chest.

She lifted her gaze to the full-length mirror in the hallway.The reflection staring back at her wore Hannah's flawless, perfect face. Vincent had personally sent her home. That could only mean one thing-he believed she was Hannah. The first and most critical step was a success.From here on, chances would come.Many of them.

For now,she longed to see Logan. But bringing him here would draw too much attention. She would have to find him herself.

At Dorbarrow International Airport, Hannah walked calmly through the customs channel, pushing a discreet, dark-gray suitcase.

For the past year, she had lived quietly in a coastal city in Cavendria-what felt like an entire rebirth. As Victoria Hale,she had crafted an untraceable life, one that Vincent's men could never pin down.

Margaret's traumatic brain injury from the car crash had healed Margaret's traumatic brain injury from the car crash had healed far better than doctors dared hope, thanks to steady treatment. That alone had been Hannah's greatest comfort

Throughout the year, Hannah had remotely overseen Luminara Group. and in the meantime, she'd taken up judo.

Claude had kept his word. He flew to Cavendria often, using visits to Margaret as his pretext for short stays. He brought Hannah news from Dorbarrow, and sometimes, as the sun sank along the boardwalk, the two of them would walk together,talking about nothing in particular-always keeping just the right balance of distance and unspoken understanding.

Hannah's return to Dorbarrow now was no whim. Over the past year,under remote management, Luminara Group had survived Vincent's relentless suppression and gradually got back on track.However, the issue of the supply chain's core data being tampered with and leaked had grown increasingly severe-to the point where only Hannah's personal intervention could resolve it.

She had to dive deep into the company's grassroots operations.hiding behind an unremarkable identity, observing,documenting,and uncovering the solution from within.

This task could only be done by Hannah herself. She trusted no one else.

The moment Hannah stepped out of arrivals, she saw a man with a pickup sign waiting. It was Harold Beckett, the driver Claude had sent to meet her.

Harold dipped his head politely, taking her suitcase. "Ms. Scott,the car is outside."

Hannah nodded lightly, ready to follow.

Meanwhile, at the VIP entrance of the international departures hall, Vincent supported Sharon by her arm as he accompanied her to see an old friend off. He leaned slightly tothe side, patient, listening as the two elderly women lingered over their goodbyes.

Then, his gaze drifted-casual, unthinking-toward the arrivals exit. And he froze. A tall, slender figure emerged into view.Hannah.

Vincent's eyes turned cold in an instant. A curl of mockery touched his lips, disdain flickering across his expression. That woman again-the one who looked so much like Hannah. And now she had tracked him here, of all places. She just wouldn't quit,would she?