The Wrong Woman

Phoebe burst into the fitting room. She quickly pulled Mila out and positioned herself protectively before her. "Mila, are you okay?"

Salespeople from the store gathered around, their eyes fixed on the unfolding scene.

"Darling?" Lillian approached with worry etched on her face.

She supported Yale's arm, bending down to find him clutching his crotch. Seeing the sweat on his forehead and the pain on his face, she felt sorry for him.

"What happened? Did Wanda hurt you?"

The situation was clear. This was a women's clothing store, so naturally, the changing room was intended for females.

Therefore, when a man appeared in the fitting room and ended up doubled over in pain, it didn't take much to piece together what had occurred.

Yale winced in pain and muttered, "Wanda was too rough."

in frustration. She hurried over and

She grabbed Lillian's arm

the force and pointed angrily at Mila. "Wanda, you're in trouble. I won't let you

to know what Yale did to

Yale have done? This bitch has been trying to seduce Yale over and over. I've

anger, struggling to contain her laughter. She couldn't believe how foolish Lillian acted as if she were completely oblivious. Despite

to see Mila unfairly criticized. She argued, "Mila and General Morrison have been together since childhood,

just a sidekick to General Morrison, yet she acts like she's in charge? Now that Fenna's been pushed away, she's causing trouble everywhere. It's unbelievable." "Who are you calling a sidekick?" Lillian jabbed her finger fiercely at Phoebe, her eyes burning with anger, seemingly poised for

have the nerve. I'll see that you won't be

in my boots. You, the lovesick follower, and your paranoid friend

she raised her hand

and prepared to retaliate, Mila shouted,

wrongly accused, Phoebe focused

regained his senses, he swiftly embraced Lillian, holding her tightly to stop her impulsive actions.