The Wrong Woman

Phoebe burst into the fitting room. She quickly pulled Mila out and positioned herself protectively before her. "Mila, are you okay?"

Salespeople from the store gathered around, their eyes fixed on the unfolding scene.

"Darling?" Lillian approached with worry etched on her face.

She supported Yale's arm, bending down to find him clutching his crotch. Seeing the sweat on his forehead and the pain on his face, she felt sorry for him. "What happened? Did Wanda hurt you?"

The situation was clear. This was a women's clothing store, so naturally, the changing room was intended for females.

Therefore, when a man appeared in the fitting room and ended up doubled over in pain, it didn't take much to piece together what had occurred. Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ Find ɴøᴠel.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Yale winced in pain and muttered, "Wanda was too rough."

Lillian glared at Mila and clenched her teeth in frustration. She hurried over and raised her hand as if she might slap her.

quickly. She grabbed Lillian's arm and forcefully

back a few steps from the force and pointed angrily at Mila. "Wanda,

want to know what Yale did

trying to seduce Yale over and over. I've been watching her for a while," Lillian roared. Mila sneered, "Me?

now you're trying to seduce my husband. A woman like you deserves to be publicly shamed!" Lillian snapped. Mila clenched her fists in anger, struggling to contain her laughter. She couldn't believe how foolish Lillian acted as if she were completely oblivious. Despite being unaware of the full situation, those nearby

was blunt

argued, "Mila and General Morrison have been together since childhood,

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away, she's causing trouble everywhere. It's unbelievable." "Who are you

the nerve. I'll see that you won't be

in my boots. You, the lovesick follower, and your paranoid

raised her hand to strike Phoebe again. Yet, she couldn't match Phoebe's

and prepared to retaliate, Mila

wrongly accused, Phoebe focused on evading Lillian's erratic

holding her tightly to stop her impulsive actions. He comforted her, "Honey, please don't act rashly. It's