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

trace of his car. "It's

Cameron's car. It has a GPS

immediately,

and said, "Stay

can't stay put.

ended the call,

phone,

abstained from drinking, took the wheel. The

room numbers were confidential. Upon their arrival, the

defense general from Norvania. Taking it seriously, the

to be found. They then turned to the

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

the lobby, Mila sat anxiously with her hands pressing to her temples, overwhelmed with