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.

ahead with the marriage, she would undoubtedly encounter another round of political scrutiny and

to navigate the intricacies

myriad of complications would inevitably

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

control over my grandparents‘ will, she might resort to

what are we waiting for? Tomorrow, they’re hosting the engagement

officially register their marriage. The wedding itself will probably take place in

remained hesitant. “But what will happen to my parents if I

be deceased. Even though you haven’t found their bodies, you can’t continue enduring humiliation and allowing Sally to exploit your identity just for a glimmer of hope. Ultimately,

with her emotions, lost

about this?”

in resignation. “Mila, can’t you see? Mr. Morrison has long wanted Sally

Mila declared, “Very well, tomorrow, at the Phoenicia Grand Hotel, we’ll put on a grand spectacle and expose Sally’s true nature!”

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

are unable to leave prison, we’ll have to bring

arrangements. After a moment of consideration, she asked, “Do you think we should arrange for a DNA

would be unnecessary. Let me handle the rest. There won’t be

Very we

She was confident that if Mila felt assured about

following day, headlines buzzed with the news of the engagement between Norvania’s wealthiest

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

tactics, Nathan remained composed upon