The Wrong Woman

Only by destroying Dark Shadows Society's headquarters could they scatter the spies, leaving them without leaders and severing their communication network.

Donald thrust a bundle of diplomatic papers toward Nathan. "Take a look at these. They're all condemnations from Dorzania. Other nations are joining in, imposing sanctions, and fighting back. There are surely more to follow!"

Nathan's fury ignited. "Your diplomatic efforts have been great. You were playing both sides, avoiding trouble, and turning a blind eye to incompetence and corruption. All those have led Norvania into decline. "You should really step down," Nathan spat the final words before striding off without a backward glance.

Donald's face blanched with anger, but he felt powerless. He carried the title of the president, but Nathan held the might of the military. Even as the outgoing leader, Donald had to tread cautiously around Nathan.

Exiting Tacker Manor, Cole hurried to catch up to Nathan, his demeanor tense. "Mr. Morrison, are you alright? Is Mr. President upset?"

Nathan replied as they walked, "His mood is least of our concern now. Any news?"

Cole nodded. "The search area is narrowing after one week of thorough searching." Nathan commanded, "Locate Oliver and take him alive. He still serves a purpose." Puzzled, Cole asked, "Why?"

silent, and Cole didn't press further. They boarded a military vehicle, the engine roaring to life as they departed

the misty rain fell, the chill in the

leave. Mila sensed that

days, seeking solutions, maneuvering behind the scenes, and preparing to take

by the glass window of the balcony,

Hearing the sound, Mila turned anxiously to find Oliver stepping

by sea have investments and properties there I promise, we'll never suffer again,"

I've said it one last time. I'll never go with you, even

"Chubs, every misstep I've taken, I've taken for

drag me

the bed.