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.

enough that he wouldn't resort to legal action just because she deliberately turned off his

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

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

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

few minutes longer

in her words as she continued, "If General Morrison

around anyway. He's just the father of my child now," Mila

couldn't shake off her sense

car stopped at Morrison

Nathan standing by the entrance. He was

the garage," Phoebe reminded her. "Okay." Mila exited the car, closed the door, and slowly walked

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

from a banquet?" he

someone tailing me when I go out, right?" Mila responded casually