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

lot but found no trace of

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

dialed immediately,

and said, "Stay home and

can't stay put. I'm coming

after Cole ended the call, a message

phone, Cole

and pilled into the car. Mila, having abstained from drinking, took the wheel. The

hotel's policies, guest room numbers were confidential. Upon their arrival,

them that Nathan, the missing person was a defense general from Norvania. Taking it seriously, the

she was nowhere to be found. They then turned

they combed through the evening's recordings, yet found neither Fenna nor

Mila sat anxiously with her hands pressing to her