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?"

thought, Cameron dashed out of the

found no trace of his car. "It's gone;

turned to Cole and instructed, "Cole, track Cameron's car.

Cole dialed immediately,

Mila turned to Phoebe and said, "Stay

head firmly. "I can't

the call, a

at his phone, Cole

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

were confidential. Upon their arrival, the police

Cole informed them that Nathan, the missing person was a defense general from Norvania. Taking it seriously, the police directed the hotel staff to check Fenna's

found. They then turned to

through the evening's

anxiously with her hands pressing to her temples, overwhelmed with anxie and frustration.