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.

connection was strong enough that he wouldn't resort to legal action just because she deliberately turned

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

quietly sighed and said, "He

Fenna did, you couldn't even contact General Morrison for help when you were in danger. You faced so much injustice!

and ambulance had taken just a few minutes longer to arrive, you

Morrison continues to support Fenna, I don't think you'll want a

planned to keep him around anyway. He's just the father of

Mila couldn't shake off

stopped at Morrison

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

reminded her. "Okay." Mila exited

watched Mila approach, he couldn't help but be amazed. She looked stunning today, with perfect makeup and an air

a banquet?"

me when I go out, right?" Mila responded casually as she walked past