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

trace of

track Cameron's car. It has

Cole dialed immediately, initiating

and

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

the call,

his phone, Cole rose.

rushed out and pilled into the car. Mila, having abstained from drinking, took the

confidential. Upon their arrival, the

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

be found. They then

ticked by, they combed through the evening's recordings,

hands pressing to her temples, overwhelmed