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."

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

dialed immediately, initiating the

to Phoebe and said, "Stay

can't

ended the call, a

his phone,

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

policies, guest room numbers were confidential. Upon

Identifying himself, Cole informed

Nathan, the

defense general from Norvania. Taking it

the hotel staff

she was nowhere to be found. They then turned to

the evening's recordings,

the lobby, Mila

hands pressing to her temples, overwhelmed

frustration. She felt like she

brink of losing