The Wrong Woman

The city was brightly lit and bustling late at night, with cars and people everywhere.

Phoebe was driving while Mila sat quietly beside her, looking out at the scenery and lost in her thoughts.

After a while, Phoebe asked, "Do you think Lillian did that on purpose?"

Mila simply hummed in response.

Clenching her teeth, Phoebe gripped the steering wheel tightly, and exclaimed, "That's unbelievable! I never imagined the President would have a daughter like her!"

"Let's not judge a parent based on their children's actions," Mila responded calmly.

"Do you think General Morrison will order the Intelligence Agency to investigate Fenna?" Phoebe asked.

Mila's mood dampened as she pondered the question. She leaned back in her seat, gazing at the city lights passing by. She was unsure of how to answer Phoebe because she was uncertain herself. It seemed unlikely that he would.

convinced that Nathan deeply understood her, and their connection was strong enough that he wouldn't resort to legal action just because she deliberately turned off

silence, Phoebe added, "If Fenna crosses General Morrison's boundaries, he'll definitely punish her

said, "He probably wouldn't want

contact General Morrison for help when you were

just a few minutes longer to arrive, you and the

her frustration evident in her words as she continued, "If General Morrison continues

never planned to keep him around anyway. He's

shake off

car stopped

about to open the door when she noticed Nathan standing by the entrance. He was dressed casually

ahead, Mila. I'll park the car in the garage," Phoebe reminded her. "Okay." Mila exited the car, closed the door, and slowly

help but be amazed. She looked stunning today, with perfect makeup and an air of elegance. Trying

return from a banquet?" he asked

out, right?" Mila responded casually as she walked