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

scanned the parking lot but found no trace of his

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

Cole dialed immediately, initiating the

turned to Phoebe and said, "Stay

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

after Cole ended the call,

his phone, Cole

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

guest room numbers were confidential. Upon

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

found. They

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

pressing to her temples, overwhelmed with