The Wrong Woman

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Chapter 335

“What’s your poirit?” Mila showed no signs of slowing down.

Phoebe replied, “Administering drugs to a man would undoubtedly involve the second type.”

Mila turned to Phoebe, her expression puzzled.

Phoebe continued, slightly breathless, “Mila, your concern for Mr. Morrison’s safety has clouded your judgment. Take a moment to think rationally. Mr. Morrison is aware of Sally’s hidden agenda against him, so he must be vigilant.”

Mila stayed silent, prompting Phoebe to elaborate further.

Phoebe stressed, “Firstly, Mr. Morrison’s two assistants would never risk betraying him. If they were caught, they’d face severe consequences.

“Secondly, drugging a man requires him to be both disoriented and aroused. If Mr. Morrison carries a tranquilizer, he won’t be vulnerable even if exposed to an aphrodisiac.

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“Lastly, I doubt Sally poses a threat to Mr. Morrison. You’re just being overly anxious.”

Mila finally composed herself and exited the Morrison Residence, with Phoebe trailing behind. “Phoebe, do you think Nate would find it absurd, even ironic, that I chere to protect him?

“Why would you assthat?”

Mila stood by the roadside, wearing a bitter smile as she attempted to hail a cab. “I made it clear to him that we couldn’t even be friends, and I hoped to never cross paths with him again. Now, I’m just contradicting myself.”

“Mila, you had your reasons, and it seems like Mr. Morrison doesn’t hold it against you.”

Mila’s bitterness lingered. Just then, a cab pulled up in front of her, but she hesitated, not immediately getting in.

“Phoebe, you’re right. Nate doesn’t require my protection at all. He’s perfectly capable of looking after himself. Should I still return to Sudvilla?”

“I believe you should stay at Sudvilla for now,” Phoebe replied, opening the taxi door and gently urging her, “Mila, hop in. We can discuss further once we’re inside.”

Mila complied and entered the cab, with Phoebe following suit.

Seated side by side in the cab, Phoebe spoke calmly, “Oliver was merely crippled by Mr. Morrison; he wasn’t killed.

“If you still intend to return to Hoffis Manor, he won’t show you mercy, and Mr. Morrison

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Another 30 minutes slipped by..

Outside the kitchen of the Morrison Residence, Nathan handed the soup to Phoebe. “You should take this in. Daniel rarely opens up to others as he does with Mila.

“Perhaps you could let her stay a bit longer and keep him company.”

“But what about you?” Phoebe inquired.

“I’ll manage. Daniel needs her more,” Nathan replied with a bitter smile.

“Alright.” With that, Phoebe took the soup and departed.

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Nathan released a soft sigh, feeling the weight in his heart increase. An indescribable, heavy ache spread through his chest.

Beneath the scorching sun, he departed Sudvilla alone.

Upon entering the summerhouse, Mila discovered Daniel unconscious on the floor.

She guided Daniel to the bed, tended to his hands and feet, and then requested Phoebe to prepare a serving of soup.

Taking advantage of his intoxicated state, she delicately opened his mouth and proceeded to feed him spoonfuls of soup.

After two hours had passed, Mila emerged from the summerhouse, only to find Nathan. already departed.

Anxiously searching around, she inquired, “Where’s Nate?”

Phoebe replied, “Mila, Mr. Morrison has left. He mentioned that Daniel needs you more and requested you to stay behind and care for him.”

“Dan does need someone to care for him, but once he wakes up, he won’t recognize anyone. I can’t convince him, and staying here won’t make a difference,” Mila said as she walked out, her anxiety palpable. “But Nate could be in danger at any moment.”

Phoebe trailed after Mila, reassuring her, “Mila, you really shouldn’t worry too much about Mr. Morrison. He’s highly capable, and his assistant is dependable. He’ll be alright.”

Mila continued walking briskly along the shaded garden path toward the gate. She spoke breathlessly, “Sthings are simply unavoidable.”

“Mila, ultimately, there are two categories of drugging. One type leaves a person powerless and vulnerable to manipulation by others.

“The other type acts as an aphrodisiac, intensifying desires beyond one’s control.”

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