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.

Nathan deeply understood her, and their connection was strong enough that

added, "If Fenna crosses General Morrison's boundaries, he'll definitely punish her severely. I'm certain

tightened with bitterness. She quietly sighed and said, "He probably wouldn't

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

taken just a few minutes longer to arrive,

as she continued, "If General Morrison continues to support Fenna, I don't think you'll want a husband like him

keep him around anyway. He's just the

Mila couldn't shake off her sense of

car stopped at

took off her seatbelt and was about to open the door when she noticed Nathan standing by the entrance. He was dressed casually and seemed worried

her. "Okay." Mila exited the car, closed the door,

with perfect makeup and

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tailing me when I go out, right?" Mila