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

plate of food before asking, "How are things going on

with a smile, a

to wrap things up at tomorrow's noon shareholders'

for someone to accompany

you be coming

"Yes."

"Why is that?"

"Because of Lucas."

"Lucas is involved?"

and vice versa. He's a highly dangerous

her heart sinking with

drastic transformation, altering his appearance and even his voice through surgery, rendering him

Oliver's existence only served to amplify

replied softly, her voice calm and

long, noon arrived on

late winter,

over a dozen luxury cars glided swiftly into the

the scene unfold, security personnel from the building hurried

unsettling the security guards who approached them. These men, usually attired in military garb, now appeared formal and dignified

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

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

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

Zach, positioning themselves on either side to

the lead, swiftly moving forward to