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 relief

before asking, "How are things going

smile, a

to wrap things

for

be coming too?" Mila

"Yes."

"Why is that?"

"Because of Lucas."

"Lucas is involved?"

Talerico, and

sinking with each passing

his appearance and even his voice through surgery, rendering

only served to amplify this sense of

softly, her voice

arrived

late winter,

glided swiftly into the Hoffis Corporation headquarters, their impressive array radiating

hurried out in frustration,

the security guards who approached them. These men, usually attired in

of the guards spoke up, "Who... who are

that moment, Zach emerged from the car. Observing his arrival, the security guards nodded with deference, offering a slight bow and addressing him

With a dismissive gesture, he signaled for the

alongside Zach, positioning themselves

the lead, swiftly moving forward to scout the