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

to navigate the intricacies of her marriage

myriad of complications would

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

control over my grandparents‘ will, she might resort to harming them without any

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

they’re planning to officially register their marriage. The wedding

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

enduring humiliation and allowing Sally to exploit your identity just for a glimmer of hope. Ultimately, it could

she grappled with her emotions, lost

I ask Nate about this?” Mila proposed.

Mr. Morrison has long wanted Sally and Oliver out of

Grand Hotel, we’ll put on a

with a smile, her excitement palpable in

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

moment of consideration, she asked, “Do you think

declared, “That would be unnecessary. Let me handle the rest. There won’t be any

Very we

that if Mila felt assured about something, it

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

political spheres graced the grand

Nathan remained