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."

calmly,

surprised. "You

since the imposer Sally

smiled, impressed

Phoebe asked. Nathan fell silent, and Phoebe sensed a shift in the atmosphere. In a detached manner,

call and acknowledged

covers, Mila couldn't hold back her tears. Her grief over Loretta's passing was compounded by Nathan's deliberate

sharp and astute aura. Accompanied by her team, she confidently

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

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

the Hoffis Manor, Mila calmly observed as Avery and her assistants approached. One of

in her gaze. "As of today, this billion-dollar estate will be inherited by my husband and me. Those

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

Mila asked, "How long

replied, “Not long,