The Wrong Woman
Chapter 259

Cameron's brow furrowed in concern. "How could she disappear without a trace?"

Fenna turned away with impatience. "Let's search again," she muttered irritably. "She's nothing but trouble for Nathan."

Though Sudvilla wasn't vast, a dozen individuals combed through both the interior and exterior of the garden in search of Suzanne after her mysterious disappearance earlier that evening.

Nathan was in a state of utter distress.

As night descended, two women found themselves seated side by side on a bench within a deserted park, enveloped in the chorus of cicadas.

One of the women sobbed intermittently, her emotions oscillating between excitement and sorrow.

Suzanne, growing impatient, interrupted her. "That's enough. Can you please stop crying? Who are you? How did you manage to infiltrate Sudvilla and abduct me so easily?

"You claim to know me, to know my true identity. Is it real?"

"I was just overwhelmed. I thought you were dead! A few days ago, I stumbled upon your video online, searching for your family," the woman responded.

Suzanne's head throbbed incessantly. It was already dark, and she had been unconscious for two hours after the abduction. Despite enduring half an hour of crying, she couldn't decipher the situation. Exhaling deeply, Suzanne proposed, "How about this? Take me home. Come to me again once you've calmed down. My husband will worry about me if you keep me abducted."

The woman sniffled and gripped Suzanne's hand firmly. "Mila, I've been searching for you for three years! Finally, after much effort, I've found you. You can't leave me again, not for a moment!" "What did you just call me?" Suzanne asked in puzzlement.

Observing Suzanne's bewildered expression, the woman couldn't contain her tears. "You've truly lost your memory. What shall we do now? You've forgotten everything, including me."

Suzanne sighed helplessly as she studied the woman who was about her age. She dressed sharply in tight black pants and a black duckbill cap. Suzanne didn't expect her to be such a crybaby.

She remained silent and waited patiently until the woman's emotions settled and were ready to converse.

After half an hour elapsed, the woman finally regained her composure. Lowering her voice, she began slowly, "Mila, I'm Phoebe Baskins. I serve as your assistant and bodyguard, attending to your every need and ensuring your safety.

"Three years ago, when you encountered that incident, we all thought you were dead.

"However, just a few days ago, a video surfaced on the internet. When I saw you, I cried for a whole day and night.

"I immediately reported to our superiors about your survival. They were overjoyed and sent me to bring you home."

Suzanne was utterly bewildered. "You're my assistant and bodyguard? And our superiors had sent you to escort me home?"

Phoebe nodded in affirmation.

Suzanne struggled to contain her excitement, masking it with a veneer of calmness as she inquired, "Who am I? Who are my parents?"

Phoebe retrieved a highly advanced tablet from her black backpack and handed Suzanne a pair of headphones, placing the device within her reach.

"This device is highly confidential and provided by our superiors. It contains detailed information about you, and only your unique iris pattern can unlock it. No one else can gain access. Why don't you give it a try?"

Suzanne accepted the tablet, observing the iris scan prompt on the home screen. Aligning her eyes with the camera, she heard a beep resonate. Soon, the scan was completed, and the screen unlocked. Meanwhile, Phoebe remained nearby, vigilant and scanning the surroundings to ensure their safety.

As Suzanne perused the information on the tablet, tears welled up in her eyes, her hands trembling, her entire body gripped by shock, rendering her unable to move.

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