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.

a sigh of

Mila a plate of food before asking, "How are

face brightened with a smile, a hint

sorted now. I plan to wrap

I'll arrange for someone to

coming too?" Mila

"Yes."

"Why is that?"

"Because of Lucas."

"Lucas is involved?"

and vice versa. He's

Nathan in shock, her heart sinking with each passing moment, unable

that Lucas had undergone a drastic transformation, altering his appearance and

existence only served to amplify this sense of

Mila replied softly, her voice calm

arrived on the following

winter, a biting chill permeated

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

the building hurried out in frustration,

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

guards spoke up, "Who... who are

from the car. Observing his arrival, the security guards

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

car alongside Zach, positioning themselves on

to

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