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 political scrutiny

the intricacies of her marriage

of complications would inevitably follow.

thoughtfully. “What truly worries. me is the prospect of Sally marrying

establishes control over my grandparents‘ will, she might resort to harming them without any remorse.”

are we waiting for? Tomorrow, they’re hosting

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

to my parents if I

enduring humiliation and allowing Sally to exploit your identity just for a glimmer

darkened as she grappled with

I ask Nate about this?” Mila proposed.

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

the Phoenicia Grand Hotel, we’ll put

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

prison, we’ll have to bring her

of consideration, she asked,

Let me handle the rest. There won’t be any

Very we

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

engagement between Norvania’s

political spheres graced

tactics, Nathan remained composed upon