The Wrong Woman

With that, Nathan bolted out of Sudvilla, with Cole following closely behind.

Mila remained rooted in place, her fists clenching slowly as tears clouded her sight.

She knew Nathan all too well. A man of his mettle would help even a stranger, let alone a friend and colleague in need. Yet, she couldn't approve of his actions as well as shaking off the unease gnawing at her.

Phoebe, alerted by the commotion, dashed out of her room. She caught sight of Cole and Nathan hurriedly leaving.

Rushing downstairs, she asked, "Mila, what's happening? Why are they in such a rush?"

Mila stood motionless, offering no response.

Phoebe approached her. Seeing the tear stains on her face, she grew alarmed and gently held her hand. "Mila, why are you crying? Are you not feeling well?"

Mila closed her eyes, tears trickling down her cheeks. She shook her head, unable to articulate her feelings. It felt as if a heavy weight was pressed upon her chest.

The night sky was shrouded in darkness, without a single star in sight. Two hours had slipped by, and Nathan had yet to return.

standing beneath the glow of the streetlamp in the garden path. Her gaze pierced through the

in the cold?"

that instant, Phoebe noticed a red dot on Mila's forehead. Her face drained of color, her voice trembling with nervousness.

Perplexed, Mila frowned. "What?"

over

Mila's ears as a suppressed sniper rifle shot

Mila in her embrace. Their bodies spun before they tumbled into the garden bushes. Phoebe shielded

her heart raced, and her

Phoebe was drenched in sweat, her face drained

arm, her voice trembling with emotion. "Phoebe, are you

as she whispered in anguish, "I'm fine. Mila, stay

realizing it was inside the house. She briefly searched Phoebe for her phone, but it was nowhere to

booth at Sudvilla's entrance. "Security, there's a sniper! Take cover, call the police, and inform