The Wrong Woman
Chapter 641

Cole froze, his phone in his grip, his face registering pure shock.

Mila too, had her expression hardened, a surge of anxiety knotting her insides.

Without exchanging a word, the three of them left the room, rushing to the lounge to find Cameron.

"Cameron, has Fenna taken Nate?" Mila's voice quivered with urgency.

Cameron's eyes widened in shock. Without hesitation, he dialed Fenna's number.

Seconds later, he lowered the phone with a pale expression and stuttered, "She's turned it off."

In that instant, Cameron felt a dread deeper than anyone else. If Fenna had truly done something unethical, not only would she face legal consequences, but her life could also be at risk. No amount of influence could shield her from that.

Taking a seat to steady herself, Mila asked after a moment of reflection, "Did you drive here?"

Cameron nodded. "Yes. I drank, but Fenna didn't. I was counting on her to drive me home."

"Where's your car?"

Without a second thought, Cameron dashed out of the room.

He scanned the parking lot but found no trace of his car. "It's gone; she must have taken it."

Mila turned to Cole and instructed, "Cole, track Cameron's car. It has a GPS tracker on it."

"Understood." Cole dialed immediately, initiating the search.

Rising, Mila turned to Phoebe and said, "Stay home and rest."

Phoebe shook her head firmly. "I can't stay put. I'm coming with you."

Minutes after Cole ended the call, a message arrived.

Glancing at his phone, Cole rose. "Found it."

The group rushed out and pilled into the car. Mila, having abstained from drinking, took the wheel. The GPS led them to a hotel parking lot in town.

Given the hotel's policies, guest room numbers were confidential. Upon their arrival, the police were already present.

Identifying himself, Cole informed them that Nathan, the missing person, was a defense general from Norvania. Taking it seriously, the police directed the hotel staff to check Fenna's room. Unfortunately, she was nowhere to be found. They then turned to the surveillance footage.

As moments ticked by, they combed through the evening's recordings, yet found neither Fenna nor Nathan.

Back in the lobby, Mila sat anxiously with her hands pressing to her temples, overwhelmed with anxiety and frustration. She felt like she was on the brink of losing her mind.

If Fenna had harmed Nathan, Mila swore she'd exact revenge, regardless of the cost.

Phoebe tried to offer her comfort with an arm wrapping around her.

At the front desk, Cole and Cameron's expressions grew graver. Despite the combined efforts of the police and hotel staff, they hit a dead end.

Suddenly, a receptionist interjected, "Could they be at the motel up ahead?"

A motel?

Hearing her sudden statement, all heads swiveled to the receptionist.

She explained hesitantly, "Two hundred meters ahead, there's a budget motel. They don't have parking, so guests often leave their cars here and walk." Realization dawned on them. Without a word, they bolted out in a frantic dash.

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