The Wrong Woman

As night descended, a gentle chill permeated the air.

While the rest of the Morrisons retired to their rooms, Mila and Nathan emerged from their sanctuary.

Following a long session of intimacy, Mila found herself weakened by hunger.

In the kitchen nook, the maids arrived bearing plates of food.

Seated across from each other, Mila and Nathan exchanged affectionate glances, tinged with a hint of shyness.

Nathan served Mila a bowl of soup, his tone gentle as he asked, "Chubs, did Fenna say or do anything today that upset you?"

Mila shook her head in response, sensing his underlying tension.

Drawing from past experiences, Nathan was determined to prevent the situation from irreversibly spiraling out of control.

He continued gently, "If anything is troubling you, please don't hesitate to share it with me. Keeping it bottled up inside and facing it alone isn't the way to go."

Mila stirred her soup with a spoon, taking a moment to contemplate before asking, "What will you do if Fenna refuses to give up?"

Nathan's smile turned bitter. "Dealing with outright criminals is simple; it's the ones who walk the line between right and wrong that pose a challenge. They persist relentlessly, making it difficult to handle them. Sometimes, the most prudent approach is keeping one's distance."

"But what about Fenna's pos-"

"It's already been reassigned, regardless of her approval," Nathan replied.

sigh of

of food before asking, "How

with a smile, a hint

sorted now. I plan to wrap things up at tomorrow's noon

arrange for

you be coming too?"

"Yes."

"Why is that?"

"Because of Lucas."

"Lucas is involved?"

is Hugo Talerico, and

Nathan in shock, her heart sinking with

his appearance and even his voice through surgery,

served to

softly, her voice calm and

arrived on

depths of late winter, a

over a dozen luxury cars glided swiftly into the Hoffis Corporation headquarters, their impressive array radiating grandeur

building hurried out in frustration, aiming to intercept the approaching

emerged, their stern countenances unsettling the security guards who approached them. These men, usually attired in military garb, now appeared formal

of the guards spoke up, "Who...

security guards nodded with deference,

remained stern, radiating an air of unquestionable authority. With a dismissive gesture, he signaled for

car alongside Zach, positioning themselves on either

swiftly moving forward to scout