The Wrong Woman
Chapter 321

The next morning, Mila got up early to pack her bags.

She said that she didn't want to protect Nathan, but her actions were quicker than anyone's.

Phoebe was still asleep in her room.

After packing her bags, Mila went to Zach's room to say goodbye.

Zach was afraid the walls had ears, so he didn't say much. He only told Mila to take care of herself, then handed her a black card.

Mila didn't accept the money.

After saying goodbye, Mila left Zach's room.

As she walked out of Hoffis Manor, she ran into Oliver.

Oliver stopped Mila in her tracks. He said with a smile, "First time seeing you up so early. Where are you heading to with your baggage? Where's your friend?"

Mila's expression darkened. She looked at Oliver with an unfriendly gaze as her hatred for him grew stronger. With stoic composure, she said softly, "Just going out for a bit." "I'll escort you," Oliver said.

"No need," she replied.

"Didn't you tell my parents that you came to stay at Hoffis Manor because of me? Why are you so distant and indifferent toward me now?" Oliver persisted.

Mila remained silent.

Oliver sneered, "You have an ulterior motive, don't you?"

"Sorry, I'm in a hurry. I don't have time to chat with you," Mila said. She then brushed past him with her baggage.

Oliver grabbed her arm and said softly, "Let's start over, ex-girlfriend."

Mila's body jolted when she heard his words. The remark caught her off guard, leaving her stunned and speechless. She turned to him with her eyes widened. Oliver gazed at Mila with a smug smile. His eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint. He said earnestly, "I'm serious, Suzanne. Please go out with me." "Let go," Mila retorted. She was irritated and didn't want to respond to his confession. "I still have things to do. I have no time for your nonsense."

"Marry me." Oliver's tone grew even more sincere, with a frighteningly intense gaze.

Mila felt a shiver run down her spine, and her hair stood on end.

At first, she thought Oliver was pretending to be her ex-boyfriend, just to test her to see if she regained her memory. But now, he seemed nothing short of insane. It was beyond comprehension to ask Mila to marry her uncle. Even without any blood relation, this moral boundary was enough to make her feel sick to her stomach. Mila regretted not waking Phoebe up to ask her for a ride to Sudvilla. She yanked her hand away forcefully. She was struggling as she snapped, "Oliver, let go of me!" "I'm proposing to you," Oliver said.

"I refuse," she asserted without a shred of hesitation. Mila firmly continued, "I have no interest in you whatsoever. Please let go of my hand."

Oliver's expression became somber and sneaky, like he was up to something.

Suddenly, he thrust his hand into his pocket. He swiftly pulled out a handkerchief and forcefully pressed it against Mila's mouth.

Mila was startled. She attempted to scream for help, but he held her tightly.

She was overwhelmed by a strange smell in her mouth and nose. Slowly, her consciousness began to fade. She went completely blank, then she blacked out. Oliver nervously looked around before carrying the unconscious Mila into his car. He quickly closed the door and drove off.

Around 8:00 am, Phoebe got up. After washing up, she knocked on Mila's door. She was getting Mila's bags ready to take her to Nathan's.

"Mila, Mila, are you awake?" Phoebe knocked on the door for a long time, but there was no response.

Phoebe was worried, so she pushed the door open. She found that most of Mila's baggage had been taken, along with her necessities. Phoebe sat down on the bed and smiled reluctantly. She muttered to herself as she picked up her phone, "She's really eager, isn't she? "She didn't even let me pack her bags and just left without a word. How badly does she really want to be by General Morrison's side?"

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