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.

through the DNA database, they found the

the military hospital director, Nathan's face drained of color as he sat on

wiped away

captain of the criminal

offering respectful

asked

"I'm afraid not, General Morrison. There's no DNA information

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

director rushed over. With his head lowered, he spoke shakily, "General Morrison, I'm afraid we've also

his hand supporting his forehead as he. closed his eyes to collect

breath as they waited for his

like

and sweat pouring

something Nathan

dead set on becoming the country's president. However, Nathan figured it

"Cole," called out Nathan.

that he was ready to act.