The Wrong Woman

The dial tone barely sounded before Mila abruptly ended the call, her actions leaving Phoebe puzzled. "Why did you hang up, Mila?"

Mila's voice was heavy with sadness. "He doesn't want to see me or have any contact with me. You speak to him."

Phoebe's disbelief was evident. "How is that possible?"

Mila remained silent and retreated under the covers to seek solace in the darkness. Her emotions were weighed down by sorrow as she closed her eyes to rest.

Still bewildered, Phoebe answered the incoming call, discovering it was Nathan returning the call. "Mr. Morrison, it's Phoebe."

Nathan paused briefly before inquiring, “Is Chubs awake?"

Phoebe replied, "Yes."

He then asked about her physical condition, to which Phoebe replied, "She's fine, just quite upset.”

Nathan then asked, "Was there something you needed to discuss?" Glancing at Mila, who remained hidden beneath the covers, Phoebe hesitated before answering, "Mila suspects there might be a spy in your research team."

responded calmly,

was surprised. "You

explained, "We've been investigating since the imposer Sally

smiled, impressed

manner, Nathan replied, "No need. Take care of her." Phoebe was puzzled by Nathan's

call and acknowledged

tears. Her grief over Loretta's

Oliver's alleged new wife, Avery. She was unassuming in appearance but exuded a sharp and astute aura.

that day was dominated by the Hoffis family, with even Chubs, a citizen

rampant online about the billionaire family's struggles for wealth, yet the true motives remained

Avery and her assistants approached. One of her assistants handed over the inheritance documents to

gaze. "As of today, this billion-dollar estate will be inherited by my husband and me. Those not involved

handprints of Zach and Loretta on the documents, recognizing them as genuine but made under duress. Should Mila pursue legal action and prompt a police investigation, these documents would lose their validity. But she couldn't risk it. Another disruption to Oliver's financial affairs could put

Mila asked, "How long

replied, “Not long, about half