Chapter 492

Vincent felt a sharp jolt in his chest, as though his very heart had been pierced by a blade. In an instant, he lunged forward,clamping Erica's throat in his grip. His voice was hoarse with fury, like thunder muffled in a storm. "If anything happens to Hannah,you'll go down with her! Now speak-where is she?"

Erica's breath faltered beneath his hold, her face shifting from red to purple as air abandoned her lungs. And yet, when her eyes met the tempest of anguish and madness blazing in Vincent's gaze-madness boorn for Hannah-twisted satisfaction bloomed inside her like a poisonous flower.

With the last scraps of strength, Erica curved her lips into a crooked smile. Her voice rasped and cracked. "Ha... You'll never see her again. From today, only I will wear this face..."

Vincent's expression darkened. She had already stepped across the line where reason ends. At this moment, the priority was to send people to find Hannah.

Vincent's bloodshot eyes burned into her before, at last, he let go. Erica collapsed to the floor, hacking violently, sucking in air as though each breath were borrowed time.

He did not spare her a second glance. Snatching his phone, his tone cut like sharpened steel. "Find Hannah! Mobilize everyone -search high and low. I don't care what it takes. Just find her.Now!"

On the other end, Derek froze at the desperation in V/incent's voice, his tone edged with disbelief. "Mr. Jones, isn't Ms. Scott supposed to meet you at the hotel? What's going on?"

"No questions. Just find her!" Vincent snapped, ending the call

No questions. Just find her!" Vincent snapped,ending the call abruptly.

His bloodshot gaze fell on Erica again, sprawled on the floor,her lips twisted into a smug smile. The look he gave her was like he was gazing at a corpse rather than a living being.

She savored the bitterness of her revenge. Struggling upright,she let her words drip like poison. "Look at you-so frantic, so lost. I've hidden Hannah well. You'll never see her again. Unless

Her cracked lips curled as madness flickered in her eyes. "If you hold me close tonight, the way you would do to Hannah,I might just tell you where she is."

Every word was a deliberate trap. She hadn't actually sent anyone after Hannah. All this scheming was meant to rattle Vincent-corner him into intimacy so that, when Hannah returned, she would stumble into the perfect scene of betrayal.

But Vincent's fury was colder than stone. "Threaten me? You're not qualified!" His voice carried the chill of final judgment.

He reached for his phone again, prepared to order his men to restrain Erica.

Just then, the door creaked open. For a heartbeat, his pulse leapt-he thought it was Hannah. He was about to rush forward when,instead,a crowd poured in. To be exact, it was a pack of reporters. They surged into the room with hungry eagerness,cameras flashing and microphones thrust forward.

Meanwhile, Hannah lingered in the shadows of the corner,silently drinking in the spectacle before her. She had, with careful intent, left her room card behind for Erica to discover.And as expected, Erica had swallowed the bait whole.

The reporters, too, had been summoned by Hannah to immortalize this very moment. Now, the stage was set, and it was her cue to step forward.

Feigning bewilderment, Hannah's voice floated from the edge of the press crowd. "Why are there so many people here?"

The noisy swarm of reporters stilled for a heartbeat, then parted like the Red Sea to clear a path for her.

Hannah entered with steady composure. Her gaze traveled across the chaos, before fixing sharply on Erica-pale, shaken,and slumped on the floor. With a furrowed brow, she demanded, "Brinley? What exactly are you doing here with my boyfriend?"

Vincent's heart, stretched taut with fear, finally eased when Hannah appeared unharmed before his eyes. A wave of relief engulfed him. And yet, almost at once, suspicion crept in its wake.Why had she chosen this exact moment to appear-right as the reporters stormed in, when the scene brimmed with scandal? Was it mere chance, or a plan too neat to be dismissed?

Erica's thoughts scattered like dust in the wind as she watched Hannah effortlessly seize command of both the room and the reporters.

In the next breath, chaos exploded. The cameras crackled,shutters snapping wildly as they captured the uncanny sight of two women, mirror images of each other, in the same room.

"Oh my God! Two women,identical!"

"Is Mr. Jones entangled with twins? No-one is real, the other a counterfeit!"

"Who's the mistress? This is a scandal straight from a stage play! Keep filming!"

Hannah paid no mind to the flashing lights or the whispers swirling around her. Taking a deliberate step forward,her eyes brimmed with calculated disbelief, her voice pitched to carry through the crowd. "Brinley, it's one thing to alter your face to

through the crowd. "Brinley, it's one thing to alter your face to look like mine, but now you dare to steal my boyfriend? You even turn up in the suite he reserved? What's next? Did you swipe my room card so you could crawl into my boyfriend's bed while wearing my face?"