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?"

Cameron dashed

lot but found no trace of his car. "It's gone; she must have taken

Cameron's car. It has a GPS tracker

dialed immediately, initiating the

turned to Phoebe and said, "Stay

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

after Cole ended the call, a message

his phone, Cole

from drinking, took the wheel. The

room numbers were confidential. Upon their arrival, the police were already

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

be found. They then turned to the surveillance

they combed through the evening's recordings,

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