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."

and instructed, "Cole, track Cameron's car. It has a GPS tracker

dialed immediately,

turned to Phoebe and

shook her head firmly. "I can't stay

ended the call, a

at his phone, Cole rose.

Mila, having abstained from drinking, took the wheel. The GPS led them to a

confidential. Upon their

Identifying himself, Cole informed

Nathan,

defense general from Norvania. Taking it

directed the hotel staff to check

nowhere to be found. They then turned

moments ticked by, they combed through the evening's recordings, yet found neither Fenna

in the lobby,

hands pressing to

felt

brink of losing