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.

would undoubtedly encounter another round of

to navigate the intricacies of her

myriad of complications

murmured thoughtfully. “What truly worries. me is the

will, she might resort to

anxious. “Then what are we waiting for? Tomorrow, they’re hosting the engagement banquet at the Phoenicia Grand

that, they’re planning to officially register their marriage. The wedding itself will probably take place in about a month.”

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

you haven’t found their bodies, you can’t continue enduring humiliation and allowing Sally to exploit your identity

grappled with her emotions, lost in thought.

I ask Nate about this?”

Sally and Oliver

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

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

to leave prison, we’ll have to bring

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

me handle the rest. There won’t be any mistakes.”

Very we

She was confident that if Mila felt assured about something, it would undoubtedly

buzzed with the news of the engagement between Norvania’s wealthiest

and political spheres graced

Nathan remained composed