—Mabel—

Alec met my gaze, his grip tightening around the phone. “Who's it?”

Marcus hesitated for a split second, before his voice came from the other end again. “Angelina Lancaster.”

My breath caught like a fist had been slammed into my chest.

But on the contrary, I wasn't that surprised. Deep down, I had always felt her shadow lurking around me especially at the Fashion House. That sedan, it must've been her.

Alec was wild with rage. He raked his fingers through his hair. “Even ...