The Wrong Woman

Phoebe hurriedly trailed after Mila as she left. They got into the car nervously. Phoebe wasted no time starting the engine and driving away.

As they fled, Mila pulled out her phone and dialed Nathan's number, her mind racing with fear. Past encounters had taught her to be wary of Yale's potential threats, and she was on edge. Nathan answered just as Mila's anxiety bubbled over. "Nate, there's Yale's blood on me. What do I do?"

"What happened?" Nathan's voice betrayed his tension.

"I ran into him and Lillian at the clothing store. Things got heated, and I ended up injuring him and getting his blood on my clothes."

"Send me your location right away. Follow my instructions carefully. Head to the nearest police station and lay low for now." Nathan's tone was urgent.

"Got it."

Nathan swiftly deployed a drone for tracking and protection purposes while organizing a team to meet Mila.

Ten minutes later, Mila safely met up with Nathan. Escorted by the military base's team, they rushed to the testing department of the military hospital.

Given the gravity of the situation, the doctors there immediately took the blood samples for analysis. The results were ready three hours later but they lacked crucial reference data.

found the previously stored DNA data for

of color as he

wiped away sweat

knock at the door interrupted the tense atmosphere. The captain of the criminal investigation

stood before Nathan, offering respectful

asked

afraid not, General Morrison. There's no DNA information about Oliver in

forensic department added grimly, "We've also lost the

spoke shakily, "General Morrison,

he leaned against the couch, his hand supporting his forehead as he. closed his eyes to collect himself. His

they

like

stiffening and sweat pouring from them in

something Nathan hadn't

Norvania. It seemed like he was dead set on becoming the country's president.

"Cole," called out Nathan.

ready