The Wrong Woman

Mila shook her head, letting out a soft sigh. "No, you will get your paycheck. Otherwise, you won't last an hour."

Sienna was taken aback. "Is it really that serious?"

Motivated by a desire to earn money and assist the esteemed anti-drug officer, Sienna eventually agreed.

Mila explained to Sienna about Daniel's previous occupation, the circumstances of his injury, and his current condition.

As the warm glow of the sunset painted the sky with shades of red, Mila and Sienna left the restaurant, hand in hand.

Their steps faltered as they spotted Nathan on the main road. Standing before a black sedan were Nathan, Fenna, and Cole. Approaching them with a stern expression, Nathan asked, "Where's Phoebe? And where are the bodyguards you brought?"

Sienna was somewhat puzzled, not understanding why Nathan was suddenly upset with Mila.

Mila glanced up at the sky. It seemed that Nathan's banquet had ended.

Nathan to Fenna, and a sense of unease washed over

directly, Mila challenged, "How did you know I

hands in his pockets, Nathan replied icily, "You're quite the public figure.

Mila fell into silence.

for her safety, seeing Fenna by his

compelled to step in and help mediate

"Actually..." she began.

reprimanded, "Wanda, why did you keep ignoring Nate's calls and then turn off

the banquet reception for the foreign dignitaries. Despite being an adult, you're quite irresponsible.” Mila stared at

actions? What gave her the right to

simply because she didn't answer Nathan's phone

by confronting Fenna. Instead, she turned to Nathan, her eyes shimmering with tears of confusion. Mila couldn't help but wonder if Nathan shared Fenna's opinion, questioning