The Wrong Woman

Chapter 585

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 upon hearing

plate of food before asking, "How are things going

smile, a

wrap things up at tomorrow's noon

for

be coming too?"

"Yes."

"Why is that?"

"Because of Lucas."

"Lucas is involved?"

is Hugo Talerico, and

at Nathan in shock, her heart sinking

that Lucas had undergone a drastic transformation, altering his appearance

served to amplify

Mila replied softly, her

long, noon arrived on

the depths of late winter, a biting

convoy of over a dozen luxury cars glided swiftly into the Hoffis Corporation headquarters, their

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

countenances unsettling the security guards who approached

the guards spoke up,

from the car. Observing his arrival, the security guards nodded with deference, offering a slight bow and

of unquestionable authority. With a dismissive gesture, he signaled for the guards to move

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

lead, swiftly moving forward to scout the way

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