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.

"Thank you. You don't have to wait for me. You can head

closed the door and

up at the imposing building again. If Sienna hadn't been right before him, he could've ignored her affairs and refrained from asking about her. But now, with her so

on the couch,

particularly unpleasant. He angrily jabbed at

blatant plagiarism. If you're going to plagiarize, couldn't you at least

a deep breath to suppress her anger. "When

year ago," Harvey replied, leaning back on the couch. "Three months

plagiarism, but the author is the one plagiarizing from me. The story is my

before yours. you accuse the author of plagiarism, do you think readers will believe you? Will a judge

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

softened his tone a bit. "Sienna, no one will believe you if you can't

do

wasn't going to compromise. She despised plagiarists

company to recall all your published books and for you

this to court," Sienna