The Wrong Woman

Chapter 277

Mila exited Sudvilla, dragging her suitcase behind her.

Phoebe emerged from the car, swiftly taking Mila’s suitcase and stowing it in the trunk.

Seated in the passenger seat, Mila stared out at the landscape, tears welling up in her eyes, an unfamiliar sense of discomfort engulfing

her heart.

It felt as though her heart was being pricked by a thousand needles, the ache nearly unbearable, Nathan’s memory haunting her every thought.

Phoebe settled into the driver’s seat, starting the engine before pulling away from the curb. “Mila, when are we heading back to Sunterland?” she inquired.

Mila turned her gaze to the passing scenery outside the window, her voice calm as she asked, “Did you make the report?”

“Yes, I did,” Phoebe responded solemnly. “The country needs you and is eager for your return as soon as possible.”

Mila’s lips twisted in bitterness as she took a deep breath. “You shouldn’t have rushed to report it.”

“Why not?”

“I need to handle things here first. It’s not going to be a quick process.

“That’s alright. The country won’t pressure you to return immediately.”

Resting her head on her hand, Mila felt a wave of helplessness washed over her. “True, nobody can force me, but there could be

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spies in Sunterland.

the consequences if news of

out?”

and she froze nervously, realizing the gravity

do then?” Phoebe stammered, guilt written all

her phone, her tone nonchalant as she responded, ” Let’s

move?” Phoebe inquired.

off debts. Let’s focus

though

without Mila, she could still secure funding

For now, she had to

storage account on her phone, which had b dormant for over three years. After searching

book I completed three years ago in six

was aware that when Mila wasn’t occupied with work, she occasionally translated highly specialized and significant books, alongside her sporadic art

the price

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market value, but considering it’s a specialized chemistry book, the Norvanese version I translated previously could fetch

need to negotiate with the publishers

don’t you sell your paintings instead, Mila? Each

head resolutely. “The proceeds from my artwork are designated for charity.”

Phoebe persisted, “Then what about selling military design blueprints? They’re even more