The Wrong Woman

After their visit with the Morrisons, Nathan led Mila and Jasper back to Hoffis Manor. Phoebe had already packed their bags, preparing them for their departure to the frontiers the following day. After a night of tenderness, exhaustion lulled Mila to sleep, while Nathan grappled with restless thoughts, unable to find slumber. Holding Mila in his arms, he observed her serene face, a quiet unease settling within him.

Sending her and Jasper to the frontiers before the elections was crucial as a step toward settling matters with Oliver. Whether openly or covertly, lawful or otherwise, it had to be done.

With the robust security at the military base, Nathan believed it was the best choice for their safety.

The next morning, Nathan escorted Mila and Jasper onto a military aircraft. As they prepared to part, she clung to him, whispering with a heavy heart, "I'll wait for you."

Nathan tenderly caressed her cheek and planted a gentle kiss on her forehead. "I'll join you soon."

Mila's eyes glistened with tears, yet she managed a brave smile, masking her apprehension.

As the plane took off, Nathan finally felt a semblance of peace settle over him.

After several hours of flight, the plane landed at a military airport near the frontiers. A military vehicle stood ready at a short distance from the base.

Holding Jasper close, with Phoebe trailing behind carrying their luggage, Mila approached the waiting vehicle.

As she neared, her eyes widened in surprise at the sight of the person who had come to welcome her.

Jacob greeted her warmly, "Madam, you've had a long journey."

"Jacob, why are you here?" Mila looked puzzled.

With deep respect, Jacob answered, "Mr. Morrison sent me to pick you up."

With that, he opened the vehicle's door. "Please, Madam."

Mila settled in with Jasper, and once Phoebe had stowed the luggage, she joined them in the back. Jacob set the vehicle in motion, steering away from the airport.

During their drive, curiosity got the better of Jacob. "Madam, I heard you've been appointed as the chief engineer for this mission?"

"Yes," Mila replied softly, her gaze drifting to the passing scenery.

"I never imagined that someone so young like you could be the renowned Mila, the pioneer behind hydronium research."

As Jacob uttered those words, a

wave of unease swept over Mila. Her

identity was a closely guarded

secret, known only to the highest ranks of the military group. How did he discover it? Mila figured that it was certainly not through official channels.

"Phoebe," Mila called out cautiously, "something's not right."Contents belong to NovelDrama.Org

Reacting swiftly, Phoebe drew her gun.

Suddenly, Jacob slammed on the brakes. Phoebe and Mila with Jasper in her arms, lurched forward before being jerked back by the seat belts.

As they regained their balance, Jacob was already out of the car. Phoebe reached for the door handle to exit.

Then, several rifles aimed at them from different directions, causing Phoebe to freeze and raise her hands.

Meanwhile, on Mila's side, the car door was yanked open, revealing armed terrorists pointing their guns at her and Jasper.

Mila stepped out of the vehicle slowly and shot a glare of fury at Jacob.

"Mr. Morrison's emissary meant to fetch you," he said with a smug grin, "but I intercepted him."

Mila forced a bitter smile, feeling a profound sadness. The leader of her research team turned out to be a traitor.

No wonder the military strength of

Norvania struggled to grow. It had long been infiltrated and eroded by spies from other nations. It seemed that any scientific breakthroughs made were promptly stolen.

"Kill that woman, take Mila and the child."

Mila's face turned pale, sheer terror gripping her. As the gun aimed at Phoebe, she instinctively stepped back.

"No," Mila cried out, clutching Jasper and extending her arm to shield Phoebe, her voice trembling with fear and desperation. "Phoebe, run!"

Phoebe grasped the situation. They

wouldn't harm Mila, but they would harm her. Without hesitation, as Mila's words fell, she turned and sprinted toward the railing by the roadside.