The Wrong Woman

Chapter 335

"What's your point?" Mila showed no signs of slowing down.

Phoebe replied, "Administering drugs to a man would undoubtedly involve the second type."

Mila turned to Phoebe, her expression puzzled.

Phoebe continued, slightly breathless, "Mila, your concern for Mr. Morrison's safety has clouded your judgment. Take a moment to think rationally. Mr. Morrison is aware of Sally's hidden agenda against him, so he must be vigilant."

Mila stayed silent, prompting Phoebe to elaborate further.

Phoebe stressed, "Firstly, Mr. Morrison's two assistants would never risk betraying him. If they were caught, they'd face severe consequences.

"Secondly, drugging a man requires him to be both disoriented and aroused. If Mr. Morrison carries a tranquilizer, he won't be vulnerable even if exposed to an aphrodisiac.

"Lastly, I doubt Sally poses a threat to Mr. Morrison. You're just being overly anxious."

Mila finally composed herself and exited the Morrison Residence, with Phoebe trailing behind. "Phoebe, do you think Nate would find it absurd, even ironic, that I came here to protect him?"

"Why would you assume that?"

Mila stood by the roadside, wearing a bitter smile as she attempted to hail a cab. "I made it clear to him that we couldn't even be friends, and I hoped to never cross paths with him again. Now, I'm just contradicting myself."

"Mila, you had your reasons, and it seems like Mr. Morrison doesn't hold it against you."

Mila's bitterness lingered. Just then, a cab pulled up in front of her, but she hesitated, not immediately getting in.

"Phoebe, you're right. Nate doesn't require my protection at all. He's perfectly capable of looking after himself. Should I still return to Sudvilla?"

"I believe you should stay at Sudvilla for now," Phoebe replied, opening the taxi door and gently urging her, "Mila, hop in. We can discuss further once we're inside."

Mila complied and entered the cab, with Phoebe following suit.

Seated side by side in the cab, Phoebe spoke calmly, "Oliver was merely crippled by Mr. Morrison; he wasn't killed."

"If you still intend to return to Hoffis Manor, he won't show you mercy, and Mr. Morrison won't consent either."

Mila fell into deep thought.

Forty minutes later, the cab came to a stop at the entrance of Imperial Heights. Mila and Phoebe stepped out of the vehicle and made their way toward Sudvilla.

As they walked, Mila reached for her phone and dialed a number.

Since she was occupied with attending to Daniel at the Morrison Residence, it had already gone past lunchtime, and she was unsure of Nathan's whereabouts.

After a few rings, the call was answered.

"Nate, where are you?" Mila inquired.

Nathan's voice was low and raspy as he softly uttered two words, "At home."

Mila sensed something amiss. "What's wrong?" she asked.

"Nothing," Nathan replied.

Mila's uneasiness grew with each passing moment. Nathan's voice was typically vibrant. Even when fatigued, it wouldn't sound this hoarse and subdued.

Concerned, Mila dashed off in a panic.

Phoebe trailed behind, puzzled by the situation.

Five minutes later, Mila reached Sudvilla.

As she was about to enter, she caught sight of the chef, Keith Jorgas, emerging from inside, looking visibly flustered.

Mila intercepted Keith's path, inquiring, "Keith, didn't I tell you to take a break? Why are you back at work?"

Keith's smile faltered, and he cast a nervous glance back inside before explaining, "Ms. Suzanne, I left my recipe notebook in the kitchen. I returned to retrieve it and also to prepare lunch for Mr. Morrison."

"Has Nate already eaten?" Mila inquired.

"He has. Ms. Suzanne, I wasn't aware that you and Phoebe had returned, so I didn't make extra servings. I sincerely apologize. How about I treat both of you to a meal instead? I appreciate both of you looking out for me."Contents belong to NovelDrama.Org

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