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

crosses General Morrison's boundaries, he'll

said, "He probably wouldn't

even contact General Morrison for help when you were in danger. You faced so much injustice!

just a few minutes longer to arrive, you

her words as she continued, "If General Morrison continues to support Fenna, I don't think you'll want

to keep him around anyway. He's just the

Nathan, Mila couldn't shake off her

stopped at Morrison

about to open the door when she noticed Nathan standing by

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

with perfect makeup and an air of elegance. Trying to

you return from a banquet?" he asked

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