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.

coat, Mila stepped outside, standing beneath the glow of the streetlamp in the garden path. Her gaze pierced

out here in the cold?"

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

Perplexed, Mila frowned. "What?"

over and

as a suppressed sniper rifle

Phoebe lunged forward and enveloped Mila in her embrace. Their bodies spun before they tumbled into the

rapid gasps, her heart raced, and her abdomen ached with sharp pains.

in sweat, her face drained of color as she grimaced

with emotion. "Phoebe, are you injured?

at her shoulder, her breaths ragged as she whispered in anguish, "I'm fine. Mila, stay still,

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

at Sudvilla's entrance. "Security, there's