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?"

Cameron dashed

trace of his

and instructed, "Cole, track Cameron's car. It

dialed immediately, initiating the

to Phoebe and said, "Stay

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the

his phone,

into the car. Mila, having abstained from drinking, took the wheel. The GPS led them to a

policies, guest room numbers were confidential.

Nathan, the missing person was a defense general from Norvania. Taking it seriously, the police directed the

nowhere to be found. They then turned to

the evening's recordings, yet found neither Fenna nor

in the lobby, Mila sat anxiously with her hands pressing to