The Wrong Woman

Cole froze, his phone in his grip, his face registering pure shock.

Mila too, had her expression hardened, a surge of anxiety knotting her insides.

Without exchanging a word, the three of them left the room, rushing to the lounge to find Cameron.

"Cameron, has Fenna taken Nate?" Mila's voice quivered with urgency.

Cameron's eyes widened in shock. Without hesitation, he dialed Fenna's number. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the FɪndNovᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Seconds later, he lowered the phone with a pale expression and stuttered, "She's turned it off."

In that instant, Cameron felt a dread deeper than anyone else. If Fenna had truly done something unethical, not only would she face legal consequences, but her life could also be at risk. No amount of influence could shield her from that.

Taking a seat to steady herself, Mila asked after a moment of reflection, "Did you drive here?"

Cameron nodded. "Yes. I drank, but Fenna didn't. I was counting on her to drive me home."

"Where's your car?"

Without a second thought, Cameron dashed out of the room.

He scanned the parking lot but found no trace of his car. "It's gone; she must have taken it."

instructed, "Cole, track Cameron's

immediately, initiating

Phoebe and said, "Stay home and

head firmly. "I can't stay

after Cole ended the call, a message

phone,

out and pilled into the car. Mila, having abstained from drinking, took the wheel. The GPS led them to a hotel parking lot in

room numbers were confidential.

Identifying himself, Cole informed

that Nathan, the

from Norvania.

directed the hotel staff to

nowhere to be found. They

by, they combed through the evening's recordings, yet found

lobby, Mila sat

to her temples,

She felt like

brink of losing