The Wrong Woman

The soft spring breeze blew as the sun disappeared behind the hills.

On a tennis court at a private club, Nathan and Donald were playing a match. Soaked in sweat, Donald looked tired and was breathing heavily. However, Nathan seemed completely relaxed. After a few rounds, it was clear that Donald was struggling to keep up. He raised his hand, asking for a break. "Let's take a breather and continue later."

Nathan stopped playing and walked casually to the bench. He grabbed two bottles of water and handed one to Donald.

Gasping for air, Donald said, "I can't keep pace with you youngsters anymore. I'm getting old, and my stamina's fading."

Nathan smirked, taking a sip of water without saying anything flattering.

"What's up with the tension between you and Lillian lately?" Nathan asked bluntly.

Donald's face tightened. "Since when did you start prying into my family business? That's not like you."

"I'm not interested in your family drama. It's about her husband, Yale," Nathan clarified.

Donald slumped onto the bench, wiping sweat off his face with a towel. "What about Yale?"

Nathan's expression turned serious as he sat beside Donald. "I suspect there's something off about Yale's identity. I need your help to get his DNA."

looked surprised. "Is he

yet. I don't want to

so small? Just arrest him and do the

and we can't afford to alert him."

when Lillian married him, I investigated him. He's clean and hasn't done anything shady. So, stop

puzzled. He

The president's job

have a higher rank, I don't have much real power. Every decision I make has to go through red tape. Unlike you,

up trouble for me. Let me retire peacefully, and when the new president takes over,

he grasped Donald's motive: self-preservation and

significant problems

adversaries could exploit the situation

"Your tension with Lillian-it's because of Yale,

Donald remained silent.

push the matter further. He had hoped to glean more insight by mentioning Lillian, but now he