Part 2Echoes in the Dark: The Billionaire's Secret Fiancée

During a break in the shoot, I found a moment to go back to the equipment room to grab a lens I had left behind.

Behind me, a shadow fell over me.

A familiar woody fragrance drifted into my nose.

I turned around stiffly, feigning composure:

"Is something wrong, Mr. Prescott?"

Landon looked down at me, his gaze exactly the same as years ago.

I held my breath, my fingernails digging fiercely into my palms.

I can't lose my cool.

"Nothing."

"Just looking around."

Landon's eyes were pitch black, his smile faint: "But you, Ms. Collins. What are you so nervous about?"

I covered my trembling right hand: "The camera is heavy. Holding it for too long makes my hands shake."

"Is that so?"

I lowered my head: "Mr. Prescott, if there's nothing else, I'll head back to the set to prep."

Without waiting for his reply, I turned to walk away.

"Ms. Collins," Landon called out, stopping me. "If someone who betrayed you suddenly appeared in front of you again, what would you do?"