The Wrong Woman

Sienna was furious when she heard the staggering amount. She turned to Felix, her voice dripping with anger as she demanded, "What in the world happened?"

For regular folks like them, two million dollars was already an unimaginable sum. They couldn't even hope to earn it in their lifetime.

Tears streamed down Felix's face, his entire body shaking with guilt. In a remorseful tone, he admitted, "Sienna, I had no clue I'd end up owing this much money. I just tagged along with friends for some fun.

"I thought I'd start with a couple of grand, and I planned to stop once I hit a losing streak. But instead, I just kept winning and winning, raking in piles of cash..."

Sienna snorted and taunted, "So, in the end, you didn't expect to blow through all your winnings and then borrow another two million just to lose that too, huh?" Felix nodded, his body shaking with sobs.

Sienna clenched her fists, her body quivering with rage. She yearned to knock some sense into Felix. "You fool. It was obviously a trap. Are you really that dense?" "Sienna..." Felix cried out. He realized it was a trap all along. Yet, his greed had clouded his judgment, preventing him from being rational.

After collecting herself, Sienna addressed the man supervising Felix, "Where can I find your boss?"

The man gestured toward a nearby room, seeming eager for her to enter.

Sienna glared at Felix before heading toward the room. She pulled out her phone and stealthily turned on voice recording. Slipping her phone into her pocket, she pushed the door open.

The office was spacious and neat. There was a long desk with basic office supplies and a large computer screen showing surveillance camera feeds. The office chair was facing away from Sienna. "Hello," Sienna greeted.Contents belong to NovelDrama.Org

The office chair swiveled to reveal Clement Russo, a middle-aged man with a polished appearance. He was in his 40s, slim, with gentle eyes and a friendly smile.

Clement assessed Sienna with a growing smile. "You must be Sienna Lawson, right?"

Sienna felt increasingly sure that Clement already had his eyes on her.

Cutting to the chase, Sienna asked, "Sir, why did you set Felix up?"

"He's the one who borrowed over two million from us after losing at gambling. How can you accuse us of setting him up?" Clement replied.

Sienna smiled faintly. "For families

like ours, coming up with 200 thousand is already a challenge, let alone two million. As a

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"Clearly, your reasons aren't solely about money. So, why not be honest with me about your true intentions?"

Clement burst into laughter. "Daniel always chooses remarkable women. You're gorgeous and brave for coming alone to rescue your brother."

Sienna's heart raced as tension

suddenly gripped her. Anyone brave enough to confront Daniel couldn't just be an ordinary businessman. It became apparent that Clement's attention wasn't on Felix or Sienna. It was on Daniel.

Feeling a bit flustered, Sienna collected herself and softened her tone. "Excuse me, may I ask how I should address you?"

Clement leaned back in his chair, gazing at Sienna with admiration. "I'm Clement Russo. Just call me Clement."

Sienna forced a strained smile. "Clement, let's face it. We can't repay this debt in our lifetimes, and it seems you have other motives beyond the two million. So, why don't you be honest with me about it?" Clement raised an eyebrow and smirked as he touched his chin. His gaze lingered on Sienna's figure. "Your boyfriend is rich. Two million is pocket change for him."

Sienna fell silent as she suddenly realized that a series of unfortunate events were unfolding, one after another.

She couldn't shake the feeling that it might be more than bad luck-maybe there was a bigger plot behind it all.

First, Molly went to Shelly and

revealed that Daniel worked as an anti-drug officer, trying to sabotage his relationship with Sienna. Then the police interrogated Vivian and some of the film crew, and Felix got into trouble, too.