The Wrong Woman

It was time for lunch. Robert knocked on the door twice, but since there was no response, he decided not to disturb Nathan and Mila further. They slept until evening. Mila was still half-asleep when she faintly heard Nathan's voice near her ear, "Wanda, are you getting up for dinner?"

"No," Mila grumbled.

"Then, go back to sleep."

"Okay." Mila nestled into his arms.

Since she wasn't wearing any clothes, the warmth of their skin caused a spark between them. Nathan felt a familiar surge of desire within him once again.

For the first time, he acted without asking Mila's permission. Gently, he drew closer to her, wrapping his arms around her and lifting her legs onto his waist. Still in a daze, Mila realized Nathan was kissing her. Later, she let out a soft moan and her body shivered. Then, she drifted into a blissful dream.

A few days later, Fenna arrived at Lillian's place bearing a court summons. Yale was with Lillian, who was pregnant, watching dramas at home. Fenna barged in angrily. "Lillian, I'm furious!"

Lillian quickly stood up from Yale's embrace, nervously asking, "What's wrong?"

"Wanda wants to take legal action against me!" Fenna growled.

Yale's expression instantly grew more serious, and he frowned at Fenna.

Lillian guided Fenna to sit down on the couch. "Let me take a look."Contents belong to NovelDrama.Org

She took the summons and examined it closely. Yale leaned in to get a better view.

"It's Nathan who's taking you to court," Yale remarked sarcastically. "What did you damage that he's demanding ten million in compensation?" "It's a painting," Fenna replied through clenched teeth.

"Nate wouldn't do this to me. He knows I don't have ten million. I don't even have one million! How could I possibly afford it?

"It must be Wanda's doing! She must have pressured Nate again to come after me."

"What kind of painting could be worth ten million?" Lillian's fists clenched in anger as she returned the summons to Fenna. "Forget about them. They're just trying to squeeze an outrageous amount of money out of you, right?"

Yale crossed his legs, casting a disapproving glance at the meaningless drama showing before him. He calmly stated, "They aren't

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money."

"What does Wanda want, then?" Fenna asked, her tone icy.

Yale smirked and gestured toward the summons. "Take a closer look at who's suing you. It's Nathan, not Wanda."

"She's using Nate's name to sue me. That's the cruelest part of her scheme."

Yale emitted a cold snort, too indifferent to continue the conversation.

Lillian took Yale's arm and pleaded, "Darling, can you help my friend? Find a way to fix this."

Yale answered confidently, "There's

no need to fix it. Wanda doesn't

need money, and Nathan isn't

interested in it either. They probably just want to teach Fenna a lesson and make her accountable. Content

"As for what the judge decides and the amount they demand you to pay, it doesn't matter in the end. They won't pursue you for the debt, so don't stress." Fenna lowered her head in distress.

Lillian's mood soured in response. With clenched teeth, she expressed her frustration, "Wanda is truly awful! She's suing you for millions overa painting, despite having a fortune that could last generations. It's too cruel."

Yale's eyes sparkled as he glanced at Fenna. "Fenna."

Fenna looked up. "What?"

"Do you want to get back at Wanda?"

"I do."

A subtle hint of malicious flickered in Yale's eyes as he said, "I'll help you."