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.

of relief

food before asking, "How

brightened with a smile, a hint of contentment

to wrap things up at tomorrow's noon

arrange for someone to accompany

you be coming

"Yes."

"Why is that?"

"Because of Lucas."

"Lucas is involved?"

is Hugo Talerico, and

Nathan in shock, her heart sinking with

had undergone a drastic transformation, altering his appearance and

Oliver's existence only served to amplify this sense

softly, her

noon arrived

depths of late winter, a

luxury cars glided swiftly into

the scene unfold, security personnel from the building hurried out in frustration, aiming to intercept

of well-dressed, imposing men emerged, their stern countenances unsettling the security guards who approached them. These

spoke up, "Who... who

moment, Zach emerged from the car. Observing his arrival, the security guards nodded with deference,

an air of unquestionable authority. With a

Nathan stepped out of the car alongside Zach, positioning themselves on

the lead, swiftly moving forward to scout the way and press the elevator