The Wrong Woman

Sienna hesitated for a moment, casting a glance back at Mila.

Mila pushed Sienna toward the door. "Quick. Go on."

"All right. I'll leave now," Sienna said, picking up her pace to catch up with Daniel.

They stepped outside and got into the car. Later, Sienna gave Daniel the address.

During the drive, Sienna kept her gaze fixed out of the window. The atmosphere in the car was heavy with tension.

Daniel sneakily looked at her several times, seeing how distant she seemed throughout the journey.

"Is there something urgent?" Daniel couldn't help but ask, his concern evident in his voice.

Sienna responded with a hum.

"Do you need any help?" he asked again.

"No, thank you."

Silence settled between them once more. Eventually, the car pulled up before a large building. Sienna unfastened her seatbelt and stepped out of the car.

and expressed her gratitude. "Thank you.

the door and

the door behind him. A heavy weight settled in his heart as he watched Sienna's fading figure. Concern flooded him as he glanced up at the imposing building again. If Sienna hadn't been right before him, he could've ignored her affairs and refrained from asking

the editor's office, Sienna and her editor sat on the couch,

particularly unpleasant. He angrily jabbed at the

this? This is blatant plagiarism. If you're going to plagiarize, couldn't you at least change

a deep breath to suppress her anger. "When was

ago," Harvey replied, leaning back on

"It's indeed plagiarism, but the author is the one plagiarizing from

before yours. you accuse the author of plagiarism, do you think readers

know I've been working on this story for a long time. I saved my drafts for six

"Sienna, no one will believe

do

going to compromise. She despised plagiarists and refused to tolerate

want our company to recall all your published books and for you

this to court,"