The Wrong Woman

Cole froze, his phone in his grip, his face registering pure shock.

Mila too, had her expression hardened, a surge of anxiety knotting her insides.

Without exchanging a word, the three of them left the room, rushing to the lounge to find Cameron.

"Cameron, has Fenna taken Nate?" Mila's voice quivered with urgency.

Cameron's eyes widened in shock. Without hesitation, he dialed Fenna's number.

Seconds later, he lowered the phone with a pale expression and stuttered, "She's turned it off."

In that instant, Cameron felt a dread deeper than anyone else. If Fenna had truly done something unethical, not only would she face legal consequences, but her life could also be at risk. No amount of influence could shield her from that.

Taking a seat to steady herself, Mila asked after a moment of reflection, "Did you drive here?"

Cameron nodded. "Yes. I drank, but Fenna didn't. I was counting on her to drive me home."

"Where's your car?"

a second thought, Cameron dashed out of

the parking lot but found no trace of his car. "It's gone; she must

Cameron's car. It

immediately,

turned to Phoebe and said, "Stay home

head firmly. "I can't stay put. I'm coming with

Cole ended the call, a message

phone,

Mila, having abstained from drinking, took the wheel. The GPS led

room numbers were confidential. Upon their

a defense general from Norvania. Taking it seriously, the police directed

be found. They then turned to the

the evening's recordings, yet found

pressing to