The Wrong Woman

The soft spring breeze blew as the sun disappeared behind the hills.

On a tennis court at a private club, Nathan and Donald were playing a match. Soaked in sweat, Donald looked tired and was breathing heavily. However, Nathan seemed completely relaxed. After a few rounds, it was clear that Donald was struggling to keep up. He raised his hand, asking for a break. "Let's take a breather and continue later."

Nathan stopped playing and walked casually to the bench. He grabbed two bottles of water and handed one to Donald.

Gasping for air, Donald said, "I can't keep pace with you youngsters anymore. I'm getting old, and my stamina's fading."

Nathan smirked, taking a sip of water without saying anything flattering.

"What's up with the tension between you and Lillian lately?" Nathan asked bluntly.

Donald's face tightened. "Since when did you start prying into my family business? That's not like you."

"I'm not interested in your family drama. It's about her husband, Yale," Nathan clarified.

Donald slumped onto the bench, wiping sweat off his face with a towel. "What about Yale?"

Nathan's expression turned serious as he sat beside Donald. "I suspect there's something off about Yale's identity. I need your help to get his DNA."

"Is he some kind of

want to accuse him without evidence,"

for something so small? Just arrest him and do

and we can't

I investigated him. He's clean and hasn't done anything shady. So, stop fixating

puzzled. He couldn't

Morrison, I'm not like you. The president's job in Norvania changes every few years, while you can stick around as defense

though it might seem

higher rank, I don't have much real power. Every decision I make has to go through red tape. Unlike you,

retire peacefully, and when the new president takes over, you can

not have agreed, but he grasped

significant problems with Yale,

the situation to undermine Donald and make his remaining time

cautiously asked, "Your

Donald remained silent.

He had hoped to glean more insight by mentioning