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

the intricacies of her marriage in Norvania.

of complications would inevitably follow.

truly worries. me is the prospect of Sally

over my grandparents‘ will, she might resort to harming

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

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

hesitant. “But what will happen to my parents

their bodies, you can’t continue enduring humiliation and allowing Sally to

as she grappled with

Nate about this?”

“Mila, can’t you see? Mr. Morrison has long wanted Sally and Oliver out of the picture. He’s been tolerating them

well, tomorrow, at the Phoenicia Grand Hotel, we’ll put on a grand spectacle and expose Sally’s true

brightened with a smile, her excitement palpable in her voice. “Mila,

have to bring her biological mother, Betty, as well

Phoebe agreed, reaching for her phone to begin making arrangements. After a moment of consideration, she asked, “Do you think we should arrange for a

declared, “That would be unnecessary. Let me handle

Very we

felt assured about

following day, headlines buzzed with the news of the engagement between

and political spheres

remained