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?"

second thought, Cameron dashed out of the

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

and instructed, "Cole, track Cameron's car. It has a GPS tracker on

Cole dialed immediately, initiating

to Phoebe and said,

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

ended the call,

at his phone, Cole

group rushed out and pilled into the car. Mila, having abstained from drinking, took the wheel. The GPS led them to a hotel parking lot

guest room numbers were confidential. Upon their arrival, the police

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

found. They

they combed through the evening's recordings, yet found neither

sat anxiously with her hands pressing to her temples, overwhelmed with