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.

a sigh of

served Mila a plate of food before asking,

face brightened with a smile, a hint of contentment

I plan to wrap

arrange for someone to

you be coming

"Yes."

"Why is that?"

"Because of Lucas."

"Lucas is involved?"

Vega is Hugo Talerico, and vice versa. He's a highly dangerous

stared at Nathan in shock, her heart sinking with each passing

drastic transformation, altering his appearance and even his

only served to amplify this sense

Mila replied softly, her voice calm and

noon arrived

depths of late winter,

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

hurried out in frustration, aiming to intercept the

cars came to a halt, dozens of well-dressed, imposing men emerged, their stern countenances unsettling the security guards who approached them. These men, usually attired in military garb, now appeared

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

arrival, the security guards nodded with deference, offering a slight bow and addressing him politely, "M-Mr. Hoffis

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

out of the car alongside Zach, positioning themselves on either side to

Cole took the lead, swiftly moving forward to scout the way and press