The Wrong Woman

Chapter 340

Mila remained unfazed, her gaze fixed on the pages of her book “She won’t be able to tie the knot.”

Phoebe replied, “She won’t be marrying Mr. Morrison. Knowing she can’t win him over, turning to money to influence her connections in Sunterland to acquire your ID card and household registration. She plans to marry using your identity.”

Mila stared at Phoebe in shock

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Phoebe’s expression darkened as she hurriedly took a seat beside Mila. “Your grandmother is already arranging the wedding. Do you know who the groom is?”

“I don’t care who he is. How could Grandpa allow this?” Mila voiced her unease.

Phoebe sighed, “Your grandfather naturally objected, but he couldn’t dissuade Sally’s stubbornness, nor your unreasonable grandmother.”

Mila clenched her fists tightly, gritting her teeth. “Sally will go to any lengths to inherit the Hoffis family’s fortune.”

“What can we do?” Phoebe grasped her hand. “Mila, if she marries into Norvania’s elite using your identity, it will lead to endless complications.”

“An elite?” Mila exclaimed, growing increasingly frustrated.

Phoebe nodded. “Yes, the groom’s father is the mayor.”

Mila felt a wave of anxiety wash over her, fully grasping the gravity of the situation.

encounter another round of

navigate the intricacies of her marriage in

of complications

Mila murmured thoughtfully. “What truly worries. me is the prospect of Sally marrying into Norvania

grandparents‘ will, she might resort to harming them without any remorse.”

anxious. “Then what are we waiting for? Tomorrow, they’re

the day after that, they’re planning to officially register their marriage. The wedding itself will probably take place in

will happen to my parents if I reveal my

you can’t continue enduring humiliation and allowing Sally to exploit your identity just

she grappled with her emotions, lost in

I ask Nate about this?” Mila proposed.

Sally and Oliver out of the picture. He’s been tolerating

determination in her eyes, Mila declared, “Very well, tomorrow, at the Phoenicia Grand Hotel, we’ll

her excitement palpable in her voice. “Mila, what’s your plan?”

are unable to leave prison, we’ll have to bring her biological mother, Betty, as

for her phone to begin making arrangements. After a moment of consideration,

would be unnecessary. Let me handle

Very we

that if Mila felt assured about something, it would undoubtedly turn out

of the engagement between Norvania’s wealthiest man’s granddaughter and

echelon of Norvania’s business and political spheres graced the grand

tactics, Nathan remained composed upon receiving the