Chapter 491

Erica pressed her hands into fists, the sharp edges of her nails biting against her skin. Fighting down the storm of envy and fury, she spat out between her teeth, "I already heard you!Don't bother repeating it!"

Hannah gave a faint laugh. "Word is, Sharon dismissed your painting. Such a pity. Tell me, how long do you think you can cling to the Jones family, living off Danica's insignificant sympathy?"

Erica jerked her chin upward, defiance blazing in her gaze."As long as Danica remains, I'll stay as long as I please!"

Hannah leaned closer, her lips almost brushing Erica's ear."Don't be so sure. Once I become Vincent's wife, I'll have the final say in the Jones family. Vincent listens to me! Do you actually believe Danica will still shield you then?"

"You!" Erica's whole body quivered in rage. "Save your boasting until you've truly entered the Jones family! Vincent will never even choose you!"

Straightening with poise, Hannah's smile gleamed brighter."Relax, you'll certainly receive a wedding invitation. After all,without your interference, Vincent and I wouldn't have grown this close so quickly. I owe you my thanks."

Hannah paused slightly, her eyes sweeping across Erica's features-so eerily similar to her own, though now distorted by wrath. With a soft laugh, she added, "I'm done here. Do as you wish.Mimicking others will only make you the object of ridicule."

Gathering her elegant purse, Hannah pivoted with elegance and strode out.

Erica's chest rose and fell violently before she snatched the comb from the table and flung it at the mirror.

The stylist flinched, scarcely daring to breathe.

Later, as the stylist arranged the scattered items, she suddenly gasped,"Oh no! That lady forgot her room key here."

Clutched in the stylist's hand was a gold key card Hannah had "carelessly" left on the vanity, and she began to panic. "What should I do? I don't even have her contact details!"

Erica's eyes instantly locked on the key. Forcing a "kind" smile,she extended her hand toward the stylist. "Give it to me. I know her,and I can return it on her behalf."

The stylist, having overheard their earlier confrontation,believed they were indeed acquainted.

Seeing Erica's face-so uncannily lie Hannah's-the stylist sensed an odd tension but dismissed it. Relieved, she passed the card over. "Thank you very much!"

Erica seized the key, holding it firmly. A dangerous idea sprouted, spreading swiftly through her mind. This was her chance.

Vincent was already waiting inside the presidential suite.He had arranged for the room to be adorned with yellow roses,Hannah's cherished flowers.

"Beep-" The electronic lock clicked open.

Vincent turned eagerly, ready to greet the woman dearest to him. But the figure stepping inside froze his smile instantly. It was Erica, not Hannah!

"Why are you here?" Vincent's tone cut like ice, his presence exuding menace. "What have you done to Hannah?"

Erica's pulse stumbled under his penetrating stare. Still, she smothered her dread, striving to appear steady. She even curved her lips into a smile-an imitation of Hannah's detached elegance. "What are you talking about? I am Hannah."

"Stop pretending." Vincent's expression revealed unhidden contempt.

Erica's eyes flickered, sweeping over the sea of bright yellow roses, jealousy flooding her chest. She approached the table,plucked a bloom, and lifted it to her face, feigning delight in its fragrance. "You remembered my fondness for roses, how sweet of you."

"Put that down! It wasn't meant for you." Vincent's tone was cutting. His eyes turned glacial. "Leave at once, or I'll call security!"

He drew out his phone, his thumb poised above the call button.

Erica's mask finally fractured completely. She hurled the rose to the floor, her voice contorted with wild fury. "Why? Even though I look exactly like Hannah, wy can you tell the difference? Why do you see only her? What does she have that I lack?"

Her composure collapsed, sobs wracking her body, streaks of makeup running down her tear-stained cheeks.

Vincent's gaze remained frigid, untouched by sympathy,weighted only with disdain. "I won't repeat myself. Get out."

The final thread of Erica's sanity snapped. Darkness overtook her entirely. She jerked her head up, a twisted smile distorting her face. "Do you want to know what happened to Hannah?Fine-I killed her! You'll never lay eyes on her again."