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 relief

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

face brightened with a smile, a

to wrap things up at tomorrow's noon shareholders'

I'll arrange for someone to

you be coming too?"

"Yes."

"Why is that?"

"Because of Lucas."

"Lucas is involved?"

Talerico, and vice versa.

shock, her heart sinking with each passing

transformation, altering his appearance and even

to amplify

replied softly, her voice

long, noon arrived on the following

winter, a

cars glided swiftly into the Hoffis Corporation headquarters, their impressive

building hurried out

stern countenances unsettling the security guards who approached them. These

the guards spoke up, "Who...

his arrival, the security guards nodded with deference, offering a slight bow and addressing him politely,

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

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

the lead, swiftly moving forward to scout the way and