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

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

to Cole and instructed, "Cole, track Cameron's

Cole dialed immediately, initiating

Mila turned to Phoebe and said, "Stay

head firmly. "I can't stay put.

Cole ended the call, a message

phone, Cole rose.

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

confidential. Upon their arrival, the

himself, Cole informed them that Nathan, the missing person was a defense general from

found. They then turned to the surveillance

the evening's recordings, yet found neither

with her hands pressing to her temples, overwhelmed with anxie