Mia’s POV

At the airport, I wore sunglasses and a mask, leaning against a large pillar, staring at a red location dot on my phone.

The dot moved closer to the airport, entered, and kept approaching me.

“Just as I thought.” I adjusted my sunglasses, locked my phone, and walked toward the signal. Within a few steps, I saw a familiar figure.

“Bethany. Where are you rushing to?”

Bethany thought she was well-disguised, but someone recognized her immediately.

“You have the wrong person.” She lowered her head.

Earlier, when Quinn delivered the leftovers to Jevon, she’d been stalled in the lobby, told the elevator was broken and she had to...