Elena’s POV

The moment Stella’s smile collapsed, it was as if the temperature in the Song residence plummeted.

One second she was glowing with arrogant confidence, and the next her face drained to a sickly white. Her fingers trembled violently. The phone slid from her hand and clattered onto the marble floor.

Mrs. Song bent down immediately, snatching the fallen phone. Before she could ask what happened, the speaker exploded with shrill, desperate screams.

“Miss Stella! ...