The Wrong Woman

Only by destroying Dark Shadows Society's headquarters could they scatter the spies, leaving them without leaders and severing their communication network.

Donald thrust a bundle of diplomatic papers toward Nathan. "Take a look at these. They're all condemnations from Dorzania. Other nations are joining in, imposing sanctions, and fighting back. There are surely more to follow!"

Nathan's fury ignited. "Your diplomatic efforts have been great. You were playing both sides, avoiding trouble, and turning a blind eye to incompetence and corruption. All those have led Norvania into decline. "You should really step down," Nathan spat the final words before striding off without a backward glance.

Donald's face blanched with anger, but he felt powerless. He carried the title of the president, but Nathan held the might of the military. Even as the outgoing leader, Donald had to tread cautiously around Nathan.

Exiting Tacker Manor, Cole hurried to catch up to Nathan, his demeanor tense. "Mr. Morrison, are you alright? Is Mr. President upset?"

Nathan replied as they walked, "His mood is least of our concern now. Any news?"

Cole nodded. "The search area is narrowing after one week of thorough searching." Nathan commanded, "Locate Oliver and take him alive. He still serves a purpose." Puzzled, Cole asked, "Why?"

Nathan remained silent, and Cole didn't press further. They boarded a military vehicle, the engine roaring to life as they departed Tacker Manor.

the chill in the air

no inclination to leave. Mila sensed that his aspirations for the presidency

appeared preoccupied these few days, seeking solutions, maneuvering behind the scenes, and preparing to take her away from Norvania. The

the room. She then stood by the glass window of the balcony, silently observing the garden

the sound, Mila turned anxiously to find Oliver stepping in, pocketing the keys.

We can escape to Xyperia by sea have investments and

one last time. I'll never go with you, even if it costs me my life," Mila declared

twisted

flared as he grasped

shoulders. "Chubs, every misstol.net

for you! Why

Don't drag me into them!" Mila