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

trace of his car. "It's gone; she must have taken

Cameron's car. It has

immediately, initiating the

Phoebe and

her head firmly. "I can't

Cole 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

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

a defense general from Norvania. Taking it seriously, the

she was nowhere to be found. They then turned to

through the

her hands pressing to her temples, overwhelmed with anxie and frustration. She felt like she