The Wrong Woman

Chapter 73

At the frontiers was the Norvanian military headquarters.

The convoy gradually entered the heavily fortified weapons production base, stopping in front of a luxurious skyscraper.

Suzanne had not been here before. After getting out of the vehicle, she followed Nathan into the building, taking the elevator directly to the top floor.

In the spacious conference room, dozens of individuals in various uniforms stood in a line and bowed as they greeted Nathan, “General

Morrison.”

Suzanne was surprised to see that among these men and women, some were in white lab coats, some in military combat uniforms, and others in technical research attire. Additionally, many of the rest wore

uniforms she couldn’t recognize.

Presumably, leaders from all the military departments were present.

Nathan, with his usual stern and cold demeanor, took his seat at t

head of the table.

Lucas ushered Suzanne to the lounge next to the conference roo and served her coffee. “Madam, General Morrison has an urgent meeting. Please rest here for a while.”

Suzanne nodded. “Alright.”

looked at her phone for some

she wondered why she was waiting here for Nathan. There was no point in doing so.

hungry, Suzanne left

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somber hue

felt somewhat weary and increasingly hungry, she

having been here once before, she got lost in the camp which was as large as a

a small park with a basketball court. As she walked further, an uneasy feeling crept over her. The

searched for Nathan’s contact. However, considering that he was attending an important meeting, she dismissed the

her. Suzanne turned around nervously. The sky had darkened by now, and she couldn’t make out anything in the

moving forward and

a shadow emerged from behind a

her.

could barely see the assailant before she was forcefully pushed to the

her down and aimed

struggling out of the assailant’s hold. When the dagger was about to stab

gripped the blade, it

stronger, forcefully pressing down. Suzanne’s body shifted, and the dagger

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the assailant raised the dagger for another strike, a