The Wrong Woman

Chapter 23

As a bioweapon, hydronium was incredibly powerful. Anyone who owned a hydronium- based weapon was practically undefeatable.

A combination of hydronium and ultrasonic waves could kill half the earth’s population painlessly and unknowingly in under two hours.

Every country wanted to get their hands on hydronium.

Some countries were even offering to pay five billion dollars per gram of hydronium.

The conversation in the living room died off.

When Suzanne brought the tea out, she saw Nathan looking through the file about Project Foghunt.

She walked over and placed the tray on the coffee table. Then, she knelt by the table and began serving the tea.

With well–practiced motions, she set out the cups and saucers and poured the tea into the

cups.

Her movements were elegant. None of the others could bring themselves to interrupt her. Even Nathan couldn’t help but look at her. He was distracted from his reading.

Suzanne offered a cup of tea to Donald first. “Here you go, Mr. President.”

Donald beamed and took the cup. “I received several boxes of expensive Earl Grey tea from a neighboring country some time ago and gave General Morrison a box. This is that tea, isn’t it? It’s expensive, but it’s a little too bitter for my taste.”

this cup. It shouldn’t

is good! I guess we steeped it the wrong

then.

drank their tea

handed the last cup to Nathan.

file and took the cup. As soon as he lifted the cup to his lips, he could smell the faint aroma of

took a

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only a light hint of sweetness from the milk. The smooth brew rolled off

just the quality of the tea that he was impressed with; he was also surprised by Suzanne’s skill in

another round of

curiously, “Where is your wife from, General Morrison? She doesn’t seem like a

his brows slightly. “She’s just a regular person. She grew up in a middle-

me, I know these things. Your wife

to make a good cup of tea? My assistant’s rubbish at it. He’s been wasting the good

her know,” Nathan

while still holding on to the

leaving the living room, Suzanne went to the garden and sat down at the little table

chair and let the

she

the gate. When he came