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?"

a military vehicle, the engine roaring to life as they departed Tacker

fell, the chill in

since his arrival, showing no inclination to leave. Mila sensed that his aspirations

scenes, and preparing to take

then stood by the glass window of the balcony, silently observing

the locked door was swung open. Hearing the sound, Mila turned anxiously to find Oliver stepping in, pocketing the keys. Mila, her back against the glass door, trembled as she spoke,

everything arranged. We can escape to Xyperia by sea have investments and properties there I promise, we'll never suffer again,"

time. I'll never go with you, even if it costs me my life,"

twisted in anguish, his fury flared as he grasped Mila's shoulders. "Chubs, every misstep I've taken, I've taken for you! Why can't you see

made your own choices, Oliver. Don't drag

on the bed. "If you won't come with me, then I'll end his