The Wrong Woman

Chapter 336

“Invite us out for a meal?” Phoebe exclaimed, taken aback.

Mila’s expression darkened at this unexpected suggestion, her concern mounting. She swiftly bypassed Keith and hurried into the house, with Keith anxiously attempting to follow.

Phoebe grasped Keith’s arm, a knowing smile playing on her lips. “Keith, what’s happening today? Why are you so jittery?

Keith shook off Phoebe’s hand. “It’s nothing. I should get going.”

Phoebe stepped in front of Keith, blocking his path. “What’s the hurry? Let’s wait for a while.”

Keith glanced nervously inside once more, visibly flustered.

Phoebe noticed every move he made. With her extensive experience as a bodyguard, she sensed that something was seriously amiss.

Without hesitation, she tackled him to the ground.

Mila dashed into the living room and heard Sally’s persistent knocking at the door.

“Nate, please open up! It’s Sally. Nate…” Sally’s voice echoed as she continued to knock on the door, insisting, “Open the door, I need to speak with you!”

Mila glanced at the wall clock. It was already two in the afternoon, an hour past lunchtime.

Hurrying upstairs, Mila found Sally adorned in a sheer chiffon dress, her provocative lingerie subtly visible, accentuating her enticing figure.

“What exactly are you up to?” Mila demanded, her anger barely contained.

Sally froze momentarily, then turned to face Mila, her expression transitioning from surprise

to seriousness.

Swiftly readjusting her attire, Sally countered, “What brings you here? Weren’t you-”

Mila narrowed her gaze. “Weren’t I what?”

Sally hesitated to speak further.

Mila’s tone dripped with sarcasm. “Oh, did you believe I was being held captive by Oliver?”

Sally forced a smile and picked up her bag from the floor. With a composed facade, she took out her phone and dialed Oliver’s number.

Unable to reach him, she expressed her confusion, “Where could Oliver be?”

Mila remained stoic. “He’s probably dead at his house. But what about you? Why are you

dressed like that and showing up at Sudvilla?”

Sally replied casually, “Sudvilla was originally a marital home that Nate built for me. I lived here for quite some time, and even the password is my birthday.”

The term “marital home” stirred something within Mila’s heart.

Nathan had indeed decorated this house to suit Wanda’s preferences, which was why she loved.

it there.

Mila confronted Sally head–on.

At that moment, Cole, having been alerted to the situation, rushed in with two subordinates. Upon reaching the second–floor corridor, they found Mila already present.

“Ms. Suzanne, you’ve returned?”

Mila nodded affirmatively. “Yes.”

After exchanging pleasantries, Cole fixed Sally with a stern gaze. “Ms. Hoffis, what brings you here?”

Sally awkwardly straightened her attire and forced a smile. “I’m looking for Nate.”

In a cold tone, Cole stated, “Mr. Morrison has already kicked you out and told you to leave. Do you have any self–awareness at all?”

Sally clenched her jaw, restraining herself as she addressed Cole, “I need to speak to him.”

“Mr. Morrison has made it clear he doesn’t want to see you. Allow us to escort you home. Let’s go,” Cole insisted.

Feeling frustrated, Sally turned back to the door and resumed knocking once more. “Nate, it’s me, Sally! We’ve known each other since childhood. Have you forgotten our shared memories? Why are you treating me like this?”

Cole signaled to his two subordinates, and they forcibly seized Sally’s arms, dragging her downstairs.

Sally wrestled, crying out, “Let me go! Who do you think you are to lay your hands on me?”

Cole trailed them downstairs to handle Sally.

In that instant, Mila experienced a surge of fear.

She hadn’t imagined Sally would dare to bribe Keith and commit a crime at Sudvilla.

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