The Wrong Woman

As night descended, a gentle chill permeated the air.

While the rest of the Morrisons retired to their rooms, Mila and Nathan emerged from their sanctuary.

Following a long session of intimacy, Mila found herself weakened by hunger.

In the kitchen nook, the maids arrived bearing plates of food.

Seated across from each other, Mila and Nathan exchanged affectionate glances, tinged with a hint of shyness.

Nathan served Mila a bowl of soup, his tone gentle as he asked, "Chubs, did Fenna say or do anything today that upset you?"

Mila shook her head in response, sensing his underlying tension.

Drawing from past experiences, Nathan was determined to prevent the situation from irreversibly spiraling out of control.

He continued gently, "If anything is troubling you, please don't hesitate to share it with me. Keeping it bottled up inside and facing it alone isn't the way to go."

Mila stirred her soup with a spoon, taking a moment to contemplate before asking, "What will you do if Fenna refuses to give up?"

Nathan's smile turned bitter. "Dealing with outright criminals is simple; it's the ones who walk the line between right and wrong that pose a challenge. They persist relentlessly, making it difficult to handle them. Sometimes, the most prudent approach is keeping one's distance."

"But what about Fenna's pos-"

"It's already been reassigned, regardless of her approval," Nathan replied.

Mila breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this.

before asking, "How are things going on

smile, a hint of

I plan to wrap things up

I'll arrange for

you be coming

"Yes."

"Why is that?"

"Because of Lucas."

"Lucas is involved?"

is Hugo Talerico, and vice

at Nathan in shock, her heart sinking with each passing

drastic transformation, altering his appearance and even

Oliver's existence only served to amplify

Mila replied softly, her voice

noon arrived

winter, a biting chill

swiftly into the

scene unfold, security personnel from the building hurried out in frustration, aiming to intercept

the security guards who approached them. These men, usually attired in military garb,

the guards spoke up, "Who... who

moment, Zach emerged from the car. Observing his arrival, the security guards nodded with deference, offering a slight bow and addressing him politely, "M-Mr.

radiating an air of unquestionable authority. With a dismissive gesture, he signaled for the

of the car alongside Zach, positioning themselves on either side

the lead, swiftly moving forward to scout the

his entourage surrounding him, Zach made a commanding entrance into the