The Wrong Woman

Chapter 605

A week went by with no sign of Nathan.

Despite extensive searches, his body had yet to be found, almost as if he had vanished without a trace from the river.

To aid in the investigation, the government discreetly deployed a highly skilled criminal investigation team to locate him.

Meanwhile, Mila was relentless in her efforts. Upon regaining her strength, she dedicated herself to an exhaustive search, working tirelessly day and night.

While the official search efforts focused on combing the river and surrounding areas, Mila pursued a different strategy.

She meticulously analyzed the traffic surveillance footage from the day of Nathan's disappearance.

Through her careful examination, she discovered that Nathan's car had been pursued by several suspicious vehicles sporting fake license plates. Although there were instances of speeding, no collisions were reported.

In a sudden turn of events, Nathan's car appeared to malfunction, swerving toward the roadside barrier before plunging into the river at high speed.

The vehicles tailing Nathan's car swiftly accelerated, maneuvering onto the road beneath the river.

Unfortunately, there were no surveillance cameras along the smaller roads flanking the river, resulting in a sudden cutoff of the tracking footage.

Lost in contemplation, Mila attempted to imagine Nathan's perspective.

Why did he agree to be the best man?

What prompted his sudden departure during the reception?

Whenever Nathan embarked on a mission, he never operated alone. So, why did he abandon Cole and venture out without any subordinates this time? What was his objective?

As Mila delved into her thoughts, Cole's sudden knock on the study door snapped her out of her reverie.

"Come in," Mila said.

With a sense of urgency, Cole said, "Mrs. Morrison, we've found it."

Mila eagerly accepted the USB drive from Cole's outstretched hand. Feeling a mix of anxiety and anticipation, she inserted the drive into the computer.

Cole stood by her side as they watched the footage together. He sighed, reflecting, "It took every ounce of my effort and all my connections to obtain this surveillance footage." Mila remained silent, her gaze fixed on the screen as she scrutinized the footage.

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Mila observed each frame meticulously, leaving no detail unnoticed.

While Mila watched the playback, she couldn't help but notice Nathan's immediate reaction to cover Yale's injured hand with a handkerchief, deftly concealing the cut left by his ring. Without hesitation, Mila paused the video at that crucial moment. It was a seemingly insignificant detail that had gone unnoticed on stage during the event.

Cole shared Mila's astonishment. "It appears General Morrison switched the handkerchiefs discreetly. What could his motive be?"

After a moment of contemplation,

Mila resumed watching the footage. Suddenly, it dawned on her why the wedding host had seemed so incompetent-they were hurrying through the schedule.

Looking up at Cole, Mila asked, "Weren't you aware of his plan?"

Cole shook his head in disbelief. "No, General Morrison didn't tell me about any of this. But what could be the reason for him needing Yale's blood?"

Mila rested her forehead on her hand, leaning against the desk as she spoke softly, "This man could very well be Oliver."

"That's highly unlikely. Given Oliver's poor eyesight, it's difficult to believe he could undergo such a natural

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Cole paused for a moment, his voice laden with concern. "Does this mean General Morrison is in grave danger?"

However, Mila saw things differently. She turned to Cole and challenged, "Isn't there any other way to obtain someone's blood?"

Cole remained skeptical. "How could there not be? Acquiring blood is a straightforward process, isn't it? We could come up with a legitimate reason and bring the personan for a simple blood test.

"Alternatively, we could involve narcotics officers, suspect them of drug use, and carry out a routine examination at the hospital, extracting blood in the process.

"As a last resort, we could send in an agent disguised as a robber, stage a robbery, and obtain something stained with blood from the target. There are countless methods. "General Morrison's approach is the riskiest, the most perilous, and it's the most likely to lead to his exposure. His direct involvement perplexes me; I simply can't comprehend it." Mila rested her head on her hand, calmly observing Cole. "Considering General Morrison's intellect, would he really make such a reckless move?"

Cole responded with certainty, "No, he wouldn't."

Mila drew her conclusion decisively, "Then it must have been intentional on Nathan's part."

Confusion clouded Cole's expression as he looked at Mila.

Mila stated confidently, "He intentionally asked to be a groomsman, deliberately stood next to Yale, and knowingly chose the riskiest method to obtain his blood.

"And let's not forget his feigned nervousness and sudden departure from the reception. All these calculated actions seem to be aimed at arousing Yale's suspicions."