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.

of food before asking, "How are

with a smile,

now. I plan to wrap

I'll arrange for someone to

be coming too?"

"Yes."

"Why is that?"

"Because of Lucas."

"Lucas is involved?"

Vega is Hugo Talerico, and vice versa. He's

sinking with each

seemed that Lucas had undergone a drastic transformation, altering his

served to amplify this sense

Mila replied softly, her

long, noon arrived on the following

of late winter, a biting chill permeated the

cars glided swiftly into

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

the cars came to a halt, dozens of well-dressed, imposing men emerged, their stern countenances unsettling the security guards who approached them. These men, usually attired

of the guards spoke

the security guards

stern, radiating an air of unquestionable authority. With a dismissive gesture,

of the car alongside Zach, positioning themselves

moving forward to scout the way and

entourage surrounding him, Zach made a commanding