The Wrong Woman

Only by destroying Dark Shadows Society's headquarters could they scatter the spies, leaving them without leaders and severing their communication network.

Donald thrust a bundle of diplomatic papers toward Nathan. "Take a look at these. They're all condemnations from Dorzania. Other nations are joining in, imposing sanctions, and fighting back. There are surely more to follow!"

Nathan's fury ignited. "Your diplomatic efforts have been great. You were playing both sides, avoiding trouble, and turning a blind eye to incompetence and corruption. All those have led Norvania into decline. "You should really step down," Nathan spat the final words before striding off without a backward glance.

Donald's face blanched with anger, but he felt powerless. He carried the title of the president, but Nathan held the might of the military. Even as the outgoing leader, Donald had to tread cautiously around Nathan.

Exiting Tacker Manor, Cole hurried to catch up to Nathan, his demeanor tense. "Mr. Morrison, are you alright? Is Mr. President upset?"

Nathan replied as they walked, "His mood is least of our concern now. Any news?"

Cole nodded. "The search area is narrowing after one week of thorough searching." Nathan commanded, "Locate Oliver and take him alive. He still serves a purpose." Puzzled, Cole asked, "Why?"

Nathan remained silent, and Cole didn't press further. They boarded a military vehicle, the engine roaring to life as they departed Tacker Manor.

As the misty rain fell, the chill in the air deepened.

Oliver had remained since his arrival, showing no inclination to leave. Mila sensed that his aspirations for the presidency had waned.

Instead, he appeared preoccupied these few days, seeking solutions, maneuvering behind the scenes, and preparing to take her away from Norvania. The wind whipped fiercely outdoors, and the rain persisted, obscuring the visibility.

Mila lulled Jasper to sleep inside the room. She then stood by the glass window of the balcony, silently observing the garden in melancholy.

With a click, the locked door was swung open. Hearing the sound, Mila turned anxiously to find Oliver stepping in, pocketing the keys. Mila, her back against the glass door, trembled as she spoke, "What do you want?"

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"Oliver, I've said it one last time. I'll never go with you, even if it costs me my life," Mila declared firmly.

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"You've made your own choices, Oliver. Don't drag me into them!" Mila shot back defiantly.

Tears welled in Oliver's eyes as he gestured to Jasper on the bed. "If you won't come with me, then I'll end his life!"

Mila stood her ground, unwavering. "Do it! Take us both if you must. We're in this together!"

Oliver's laughter abruptly ceased, replaced by a sinister glint in his eyes as he tightened his grip on her shoulders. Mila couldn't shake the feeling of dread. Oliver's demeanor had shifted, becoming increasingly menacing.

In a chilling tone, Oliver asked, "What if I kill Nathan? If he's gone, will you come with me?"

Mila's heart skipped a beat, anxiety coursing through her veins. "What do you mean?"

Seeing the tension in her eyes, Oliver realized that, in Mila's mind, Nathan held more importance than their child. It shattered him.

His rage boiling over, Oliver growled, "I'll kill Nathan, and then we'll leave!"