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Nathan stood firm, his voice a beacon of calm assurance. “Dr. Lawrence, please share your mind freely.”
Joe responded, “To produce Glacial Elixir, which is vital for air purification, demands a substantial supply of Azurium.”
At these words, Nathan’s expression darkened, and a flurry of discussion erupted among the others.
“Our nation lacks the capability to produce Azurium. We’re dependent on imports.”
“Yes, even acquiring a small amount costs a fortune. A pound fetches billions of dollars.”
“If the required quantity is too vast, it becomes impractical.”
After a brief pause for reflection, Nathan asked, “Roughly how much do we need?”
“Initial calculations point to about a hundred pounds,” Joe replied.
A procurement minister from the military base rose incredulously. “A hundred pounds? That’s over 40 billion dollars! The treasury doesn’t have such a budget. Are you joking?”
Fenna smirked with a hint of mockery. “In that case, Ms. York’s proposal seems unfeasible.”
Joe hurriedly interjected, “Mr. Morrison, this concerns the health of tens of thousands of people. We can’t delay clearing the pollutants. Using traditional methods not only takes longer but is also less effective.”
“Besides Azurium, are there any other chemicals that could be used as substitutes?” Nathan countered.
Joe shook his head.
Nathan continued, “The treasury has allocated 10 billion dollars, but after deducting for civilian and medical aid, the remaining funds are far from sufficient. This plan is not feasible.”
Joe grew agitated. “General Morrison, this is the best solution. Let’s negotiate with other countries to lower the price.”
Fenna retorted, “Dr. Lawrence, do you think this is a market?”
Joe, feeling restless, sighed helplessly. Just then, Mila entered with Phoebe. Joe looked at her as if she was his savior. “Ms. York, you’ve arrived just in time. Please, speak to General Morrison.”
She handed Nathan a stack of freshly printed documents. Nathan was taken aback. He frowned as he examined the papers, then slowly accepted them.
Mila, composed and unruffled, said, “Get the Armaments Division to work overtime to produce this machine. Try to have it ready by tomorrow morning.
“The last page contains the raw materials needed. They’re stored in the Norvania and are reasonably priced. We’ll need about two tons. Prepare all these items, and leave the rest to me.
She added, “It will only cost around two billion dollars to produce a hundred pounds of Azurium.”
The room fell into stunned silence, with every face reflecting disbelief as they murmured among themselves.
“Is this some of joke? Producing Azurium on our own?”
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“Who does she think she is? Can just anyone create Azurium manufacturing machines?”
Nathan studied the blueprints intently, his features darkening with each passing moment.
Meanwhile, Fenna, overhearing nearby conversations, grasped the daunting challenge at hand. Rising from her seat, she approached Nathan, intent on examining the documents.” Nate, may I have a look?”
But before Nathan could respond, the ever–vigilant Phoebe swiftly snatched the blueprints away and fixed a stern gaze on Fenna. “This isn’t something you have the right to see.”
Fenna let out an exasperated snort. “What’s with the secrecy? In times like these, disaster relief takes precedence. What could possibly be so confidential?”
Mila’s expression darkened, but she remained silent.
Phoebe shot Nathan a disapproving look. “As the general of the military base, you should know better than anyone else. There are only three countries in the world capable of producing this machine. It’s classified technology.
“And as for the Azurium production methods, even fewer scientists possess that expertise. These are priceless technologies beyond monetary value.”
Fenna added sarcastically, “Given the global scale of this top–secret technology, may I ask where you got these blueprints? And how did you acquire such advanced technology?”
Mila’s expression soured further while Phoebe seethed with frustration, her clenched fists betraying her inner turmoil.
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Fenna voiced her doubts. “Were they stolen?”
Phoebe turned to Mila in frustration. “Mila, I warned you. It wasn’t worth it. Look at the trouble we’re in now! Some people are even accusing you of theft.”
Mila accepted the documents from Phoebe calmly and approached Nathan. “Nate, please ensure the confidentiality of these documents.”
Nathan’s determined gaze burned as he replied softly, “Of course. I’ll handle it right away.” With that settled, Nathan personally hurried to the arsenal with the blueprints in hand, leaving the room stunned.
“Why didn’t General Morrison discuss such an important matter with us? Why did he just blindly follow her lead?”
“I have no clue who she really is.”
“She’s his ex–wife.”
“What does she do?”
“She’s doesn’t work.”
“What? A housewife working on Azurium machines? Conducting research and development on her own? The country has been struggling with this technology for ten years, and she’s acting like it’s a walk in the park. It’s absurd!”
The scattered murmurs barely registered in Mila’s ears as she paid them no mind.
As she turned to leave, Fenna called out, “Ms. York, where did you get those blueprints? Are you wasting Nate’s time and money, or are you confident in success?”
Mila smiled lightly back at her. “Success or failure, we’ll know by noon tomorrow, Ms. Hudson. Why not wait and see?”
Fenna’s expression turned icy as she approached Mila, her gaze stern and her tone cold. “I’m warning you. If you stole the machine blueprints and technology from the other country, and it leads to war between nations, I won’t forgive you.”
Mila remained unperturbed. “Ms. Hudson, feel free to search online if you’re in doubt. These machines and technologies haven’t been patented by any country. Whoever has the capability can build them. It’s a matter of skill.”
Fenna clenched her fists in anger, trying to decipher something from Mila’s demeanor.
Understanding Fenna’s concern for Nathan’s well–being, Mila didn’t hold it against her. “I’m busy. I won’t keep you any longer,” Mila said, turning to leave.
Phoebe quickly followed suit.
Growing increasingly uneasy, Fenna turned to consult the experts present. “Are there truly only three countries with access to this technology and these machines?”
The specialist responded with a solemn nod. “Yes. Azurium is widely used, but it’s extremely expensive. Norvania has been trying for a decade to manufacture these machines, let alone unravel the refining process of Azurium.
“To think they could achieve it in a day is nothing short of a pipe dream, a fool’s errand.”
‘Exactly, this isn’t child’s play.”
Over the next 24 hours, the Armaments Division worked tirelessly to manufacture the machines, with raw materials flooding in from all directions even before the machines were completed.
To the onlookers, it appeared a venture of unfathomable odds.
Everyone advised Nathan against wasting time and money on such a ludicrous endeavor. This matter even caught Donald’s attention, prompting him to call multiple times to intervene.
Amidst the disaster relief efforts, Nathan unwaveringly placed his trust in Mila, allocating substantial manpower and assets to manufacture these machines, even spending a considerable amount of money to procure raw materials.
To outsiders, Nathan’s resolve seemed nonsensical and incredulous.
He bore the brunt of it alone, solely because he believed that even if Mila harbored no affection for him, she would never purposefully inflict harm.
12 hours later, the machines were successfully debugged, and the raw materials were put into operation. After two hours of refining, impurity–laden Azurium was produced.
Mila, accompanied by Joe and Alan, along with other specialized teams, targeted the refining process to increase its purity. Then, Mila alone produced 100 pounds of Glacial Elixir.
When the Azurium was finally produced, everyone was left dumbfounded, shocked as if witnessing a miracle unfold before their eyes.
On the third day, helicopters soared into the sky, carrying the Glacial Elixir. As it sprayed, the purple particles in the air were instantly purified.
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All the scientists were left dumbfounded. With Mila and the team of experts‘ relentless effort, an environmental problem that would have taken over a month to rectify was resolved completely within five days.
Representatives from Norvania and several international reporters flocked to the military base. Yet, only a single spokesperson was sent by the base to manage the media frenzy.
Both the mechanical and chemical science research divisions hailed Mila as their undisputed icon. Every time she stepped into the cafeteria, Mila found herself encircled by a swarm of people. A deluge of questions bombarded her.
Save for details concerning her identity and past, Mila addressed every inquiry with unwavering transparency. As a result, increasingly specialized scientists realized that this outwardly gentle and demure woman was anything but ordinary.
Despite her youth, her vast knowledge and formidable expertise rivaled seasoned professors.
Cole burst into the confines of Nathan’s office, his demeanor urgent. “General Morrison.”
Nathan reclined in his chair, eyes shut in exhaustion. “What is it?”
Cole persisted, “General Morrison, Wanda is a Sunteri. She’s a chemistry major at the Sunterland National Defense University. But aside from that, her background remains a
mystery.”
Nathan offered a weary hum in response, visibly drained from days of relentless toil.
“General Morrison, all the chemistry professors now vouch for her extraordinary abilities and consider her a rare gem. They earnestly implore you to retain her at the military base.”
Nathan frowned. “She divorced me without taking a penny. Her grandfather is the wealthiest man in Norvania, yet she refuses to acknowledge him or inherit his fortune. How can I possibly retain someone so indifferent to wealth?”
After a brief pause, Cole interjected, “General Morrison, there’s one more thing.”
“What is it?”
Cole continued, “The engineers from the Armaments Division report that Ms. York effortlessly deciphers their blueprints. She even identified flaws in an automatic handwheel and proposed improvements.
“The resulting products, refined based on her suggestions, have surpassed all standards, boasting exceptional precision.”
Phoebe quickly followed suit.
Growing increasingly uneasy, Fenna turned to consult the experts present. “Are there truly. only three countries with access to this technology and these machines?”
The specialist responded with a solemn nod. “Yes. Azurium is widely used, but it’s extremely expensive. Norvania has been trying for a decade to manufacture these machines, let alone unravel the refining process of Azurlum.
“To think they could achieve it in a day is nothing short of a pipe dream, a fool’s errand.”
“Exactly, this isn’t child’s play.”
Over the next 24 hours, the Armaments Division worked tirelessly to manufacture the machines, with raw materials flooding in from all directions even before the machines were completed.
To the onlookers, it appeared a venture of unfathomable odds.
Everyone advised Nathan against wasting time and money on such a ludicrous endeavor. This. matter even caught Donald’s attention, prompting him to call multiple times to intervene.
Amidst the disaster relief efforts, Nathan unwaveringly placed his trust in Mila, allocating substantial manpower and assets to manufacture these machines, even spending a considerable amount of money to procure raw materials.
To outsiders, Nathan’s resolve seemed nonsensical and incredulous.
He bore the brunt of it alone, solely because he believed that even if Mila harbored no affection for him, she would never purposefully inflict harm.
12 hours later, the machines were successfully debugged, and the raw materials were put into operation. After two hours of refining, impurity–laden Azurium was produced.
Mila, accompanied by Joe and Alan, along with other specialized teams, targeted the refining process to increase its purity. Then, Mila alone produced 100 pounds of Glacial Elixir.
When the Azurium was finally produced, everyone was left dumbfounded, shocked as if witnessing a miracle unfold before their eyes.
On the third day, helicopters soared into the sky, carrying the Glacial Elixir. As it sprayed, the purple particles in the air were instantly purified.
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All the scientists were left dumbfounded. With Mila and the team of experts‘ relentless effort, an environmental problem that would have taken over a month to rectify was resolved completely within five days.
Representatives from Norvania and several international reporters flocked to the military base. Yet, only a single spokesperson was sent by the base to manage the media frenzy.
Both the mechanical and chemical science research divisions hailed Mila as their undisputed icon. Every time she stepped into the cafeteria, Mila found herself encircled by a swarm of people. A deluge of questions bombarded her.
Save for details concerning her identity and past, Mila addressed every inquiry with unwavering transparency. As a result, increasingly specialized scientists realized that this outwardly gentle and demure woman was anything but ordinary.
Despite her youth, her vast knowledge and formidable expertise rivaled seasoned professors.
Cole burst into the confines of Nathan’s office, his demeanor urgent. “General Morrison.” Nathan reclined in his chair, eyes shut in exhaustion. “What is it?”
Cole persisted, “General Morrison, Wanda is a Sunteri. She’s a chemistry major at the Sunterland National Defense University. But aside from that, her background remains a mystery.”
Nathan offered a weary hum in response, visibly drained from days of relentless toil.
“General Morrison, all the chemistry professors now vouch for her extraordinary abilities and consider her a rare gem. They earnestly implore you to retain her at the military base.”
Nathan frowned. “She divorced me without taking a penny. Her grandfather is the wealthiest man in Norvania, yet she refuses to acknowledge him or inherit his fortune. How can I possibly retain someone so indifferent to wealth?”
After a brief pause, Cole interjected, “General Morrison, there’s one more thing.”
“What is it?”
Cole continued, “The engineers from the Armaments Division report that Ms. York effortlessly deciphers their blueprints. She even identified flaws in an automatic handwheel. and proposed improvements.
“The resulting products, refined based on her suggestions, have surpassed all standards, boasting exceptional precision.”
Nathan’s eyes snapped open. His expression was tinged with weariness and bewildered intensity.
Equally taken aback, Cole whispered, “General Morrison, I’m starting to worry. She doesn’t seem to be Suzanne York or Wanda Hoffis. She’s far more formidable than we imagined.”
Nathan grabbed his phone and rose from his desk. “Where is she?”
“She’s packing her bags. She’s likely to leave today,” Cole replied, trailing behind him.
As they walked, Nathan instructed, “Have the guards stop her. Don’t let her leave yet.” “Understood.” Cole dialed a number on his phone.
Inside the dormitory building, Phoebe was packing her belongings while Mila sat on a nearby couch, munching on an apple while perusing the blueprints.
After looking at the blueprints, she chuckled, “This handgun performs well in all aspects, but it’s truly hideous.”
Phoebe zipped up her suitcase. “Mila, enough is enough. You’ve already helped them a lot. Don’t forget, you’ve signed a 15–year contract. Your skills and expertise all belong to Sunterland.”
Mila nodded. “I know.”
“What about the report on the Azurium machine and production technology? Have you thought about how to submit it?” Phoebe inquired.
Mila shrugged. “Just handle it however you want. Whatever punishment they mete out, I’ll accept it.”
Phoebe sighed. “You really are arrogant. You know Sunterland treasures talent and won’t easily let you go. Yet, you behave so recklessly.”
Mila smirked, retorting, “Do you think they’ll terminate my contract early?”
Phoebe scoffed, “Stop dreaming. When the 15–year term ends, the country will try its best to renegotiate a lifelong contract with you. They won’t risk losing such a vital scientist like you.” “Talents abound in this huge world. I’m just one among many. There’s nothing irreplaceable about me,” Mila mumbled as she took a bite of her apple.
Meanwhile, standing at the doorway were Nathan and Cole. Nathan’s hand hovered, frozen in shock, unable to knock
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Nathan stepped out of the dormitory with Cole.
Standing on the deserted roadside, Nathan halted, his expression grave as he gazed into the distance, his eyes clouded with melancholy.
Cole asked in puzzlement, “General Morrison, why not ask her directly?”
Nathan replied bitterly, “Ask her what?”
“She clearly stated she’s a scientist from Sunterland and has signed a 15–year contract,” Cole explained.
Nathan’s smile turned rueful as he turned to Cole, his gaze dimming and his voice heavy with resignation. “Do you understand the significance of a scientist committing such a long–term contract with the country?”
Cole shook his head.
After a moment’s contemplation, Nathan asserted, “What we heard today must remain strictly confidential. Not a word of it should leave this place.” Chapter
“Understood, General Morrison,” Cole replied, still intrigued by the mysterious depth of Mila’s scientific abilities.
Glancing back at the dormitory, Nathan issued an instruction after a brief
pause.
“You and
Lucas stay here to manage the situation. I’ll return to Phoenicia.”
“Yes, sir,” Cole responded promptly.
Nathan urged, “Go.”
Cole bid farewell with a nod and turned to depart.
Nathan stood composed, awaiting the next development.
Ten minutes passed before Mila and Phoebe emerged from the dormitory. At the sight of Nathan, Mila froze, her smile fading as a look of melancholy and anxiety replaced it.
Their eyes met briefly.
Slowly, Mila approached. Meanwhile, Phoebe headed straight to the car, dragging her luggage and stowing it in the trunk,
“Nate,” Mila greeted politely, her demeanor shifting to one of shyness and modesty in his presence, her femininity and bashfulness evident in her voice.
Nathan’s gaze softened, his tone gentle. “Are you heading back to Phoenicia?”
Mila lowered her gaze, her fingers unconsciously toying with the hem of her clothes. “Yes.”
“Perfect, I’m heading there too. Mind giving me a lift?” Nathan asked.
Mila looked at him, surprised.
Nathan chuckled softly. “Everyone’s occupied. No one has the time to drive me back.”
Mila replied nervously, her words stumbling over one another, “You can drive. I mean, it’s not that I don’t want to give you a lift. It’s just…”
Nathan’s voice broke the silence, smooth as the surface of a serene lake. “I’ve been feeling quite tired lately. It wouldn’t be wise for me to drive.”
Mila’s thoughts churned within her. She hesitated to delve too deeply into any interaction with Nathan for fear of the entanglements it might bring. Yet, despite her reservations, she found solace in his presence, even if it was just sharing a car ride.
Phoebe secured the luggage and brought the car to a stop. “Mila, come on.”
Mila turned to her. “Phoebe, Nate will be riding with us.”
Phoebe’s expression shifted from surprise to shock, then settled into acceptance as she
offered a polite smile. “General Morrison, please, hop in.”
Nathan approached the back of the car, opened the door, and gestured for Mila to enter. However, she had already opened the passenger seat door and sat there.
He lingered for a moment, a faint smile gracing his lips, before reluctantly settling in the car.
As the car started moving, it halted at the security checkpoint at the compound entrance where they presented their access passes.
A knock came at the window.
As Mila lowered the window, she was met with the sight of Fenna. She was dragging her suitcase, her gaze drifting toward Nathan in the backseat.
“Ms. Hudson, is there something you need?” Mila asked politely.
Fenna’s smile radiated warmth. “Are you all heading back to Phoenicia?”
Mila nodded. “Yeah.”
Fenna’s smile widened. “Would you mind giving me a ride too? It would spare me the expense of a plane ticket.”
Mila pursed her lips, forcing a strained smile. Despite having countless reasons to decline, there was no valid excuse to refuse her request.
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Though Fenna held some dissatisfaction toward her, it was nothing compared to Sally’s malice. There were no past conflicts between them. It wouldn’t sit well with Mila to deny Fenna’s simple request.
“Of course, hop in,” Mila warmly replied.
Phoebe popped the trunk open, allowing Fenna to stow her luggage before joining them in the car. “Nate, what a surprise! I didn’t realize you were here too,” Fenna greeted Nathan with familiarity.
Nathan responded indifferently, “Yeah.”
The car sped along the road after leaving the military base. The sky was a brilliant blue adorned with fluffy white clouds. Vast grasslands stretched endlessly on both sides of the road, interspersed with rolling hills, painting a picturesque landscape.
Mila couldn’t help but admire the beauty of the sky and landscape, though a tinge of melancholy lingered in her mood.
In the back seat, Fenna engaged in continuous conversation, spanning from topics of national affairs to mundane matters, from failed experiments to post–disaster relief efforts. Nathan interjected sporadically, offering brief responses.
“I never expected Ms. York to possess such remarkable abilities.” Fenna suddenly remarked in curiosity, “What was your previous profession?”
Mila hesitated briefly before replying, “I don’t have much work experience. I studied chemistry at university, so I have some basic knowledge.”
Fenna said, “Someone capable of creating machines and producing Azurium independently. possesses skills far beyond mere knowledge. The scientists at the base hold you in high regard. You’ve been the hot topic these past few days.”
Mila pursed her lips and offered a faint smile, choosing not to respond. Seeing she wasn’t making any headway, Fenna changed the subject.
“Nate.” Her tone softened as she continued, “Do you remember when we took part in the field training exercise a few years back? I injured my foot and couldn’t walk. You refused to leave me behind and carried me for a full 12 miles. Even when the mission failed, you stood by me.”
Nathan frowned. Regardless of who that person was, he would have acted the same. He had no clue why Fenna brought this up.
“Why mention that?” he asked, puzzled.
Those words reverberated in Mila’s ears, leaving a bitter taste in her heart. Something about it
didn’t sit right with her.
Although she knew she had no grounds for jealousy, her heart refused to obey. The tumultuous emotions were beyond her control.
Leaning leisurely in her seat, Fenna directed a tender gaze toward Nathan. Her voice resonated with emotion as she said, “Since then, I made a vow never to forsake you. In this lifetime, through any hardship, I’ll be by your side and support you.”
“It’s unnecessary,” Nathan responded calmly, his demeanor undisturbed.
Phoebe, who was driving, pursed her lips in annoyance and muttered under her breath. She felt thoroughly disgusted by Fenna’s behavior.
Fenna glanced at Mila’s back. Though she couldn’t discern her expression, a sense of self- satisfaction enveloped her nonetheless.
“Nate, it feels like an eternity since our last barbecue. I’ve been yearning for your roasted eggplant and lamb skewers. Let’s gather at my place for a feast after everything’s settled,” Fenna proposed eagerly.
“Okay,” Nathan replied, slowly closing his eyes.
With a radiant smile, Fenna leaned forward with enthusiasm. “Ms. York, join us if you’re free.
Mila took a deep breath, her fingers tightening around the seat’s edge, so close to losing her composure. Calmly, she replied, “Thanks for the invite, but I think I might be busy and won’t have the time to join.”
“Such a pity.” Fenna sighed, “Although Nate seldom cooks, he’s actually quite talented. His barbecue is a delight. It could rival professional chefs.”
“I see.” Mila managed a stiff smile, her nails nearly leaving imprints on the edge of her seat.
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Glancing through the rearview mirror, Mila found Nathan resting peacefully with his eyes. closed.
An unexpected surge of bitterness and anger welled up within her, but it was Nathan’s demeanor that infuriated her the most.
Before knowing her true identity, he professed a decade–long adoration for her. Yet, now it all seemed hollow. She wondered if it was merely a retaliation for her rejection.
Meanwhile, Fenna kept up her ceaseless chatter about her and Nathan’s shared history. “On my birthday, Nate went above and beyond, baking a birthday cake just for me. He really put his effort into it.”
Mila felt a painful tightness in her chest, the discomfort becoming unbearable. Forcing a smile, she turned to Nathan and softly called out, “Nate.”
Nathan, taken aback, met her gaze. With a gentle tone, he responded, “Yes?”
Fenna’s expression darkened as her gaze darted nervously between Mila and Nathan.
With a subtle smile, Mila suggested, “I’d love to try your cake as well. Could you bake one for me?”
Nathan’s lips curved slightly, his voice soft and reassuring. “Sure.”
Mila pressed on, “When will you be free?”
Nathan’s eyes were full of tenderness, his rich voice gentle as he replied, “Anytime you wish.”
“How about tonight?”
“No problem.”
“I want a chocolate–flavored cake,” Mila added, injecting a playful tone.
Nathan replied with sincerity, “Roger that.”
Meanwhile, Phoebe couldn’t help but stifle a laugh as she observed the exchange.
Fenna bit her lip, her expression darkening as she crossed her arms and gazed out the window.
After three hours of driving, the car finally pulled into a rest area.
Mila stepped into the shop, her gaze wandering over the sign displaying various food items. Lost in thought about what to eat, she was interrupted by Fenna’s gentle voice.
‘Nate, I’d love to have the beef noodle soup, but the portion is too much for me. I’ve been on a diet lately. Wanna split?”
Mila glanced at them from the corner of her eye.
Nathan proposed, “Let’s ask if they can make you a smaller portion for the same price.”
Fenna nudged his arm playfully. “No way, that’s such a waste of money!”
Mila’s chest tightened, prompting her to quickly look away. Unsettling emotions churned within her, despite knowing she had no grounds for jealousy or anger. Yet, the discomfort lingered.
Nathan sighed, relenting, “Alright, then go ahead and order.”
While Fenna placed her order, Mila informed the waiter, “I’ll have the seafood pasta, no onions and parsley, please.”
Teasingly, Fenna commented, “Ms. York, it seems like you’re quite a picky eater.”
Mila calmly met Fenna’s gaze, and her eyes briefly brushed over Nathan’s before averting her gaze, her demeanor growing distant.
“Being particular about my food preferences isn’t a crime, is it?” she retorted sharply.
Fenna chuckled before turning to Nathan, asking, “Nate, could you get me some yogurt, please?”
“Of course,” Nathan replied without hesitation. Their friendship spanning many years made such requests second nature. Glancing at Mila, he asked, “And what about you, Chubs?”
Suppressing her emotions, Mila gripped her thumb against her index finger, nearly biting her lip. “Two bottles of plum juice, please,” she responded with a strained smile.
Nathan frowned. “You never used to like sour drinks.”
Mila managed a tight–lipped smile, her eyes betraying a hint of bitterness. “Things change,” she replied curtly.
“Alright,” Nathan said, opting not to linger on the matter. He then made his way to the store to buy the drinks.
Seated at a table in the dining area, Mila and Phoebe occupied one side while Nathan and Fenna sat opposite them. Originally, Mila and Nathan were supposed to sit facing each other.
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As Fenna approached with a small bowl, intending to divide the beef noodle soup between Nathan and herself, Mila felt a twinge of discomfort in her heart. She gently nudged Phoebe and whispered, “Let’s swap seats.”
gaze dimmed as he watched Mila distancing herself from him during their seat
Nathan’s gaze exchange.
Phoebe opted for fried chicken, and when Mila handed her the plum juice, she glanced at it skeptically. “Why not get me a cola instead? What’s with the plum juice?” she asked.
Mila remained silent as she twisted off the cap and took a sip, her brow furrowing. “It tastes good, and it complements your fried chicken well,” she remarked.
After setting down the juice, Mila picked up her fork and began to eat.
Fenna portioned out some noodles and pushed the remaining toward Nathan. “Nate, have some.”
Nathan noticed his bowl was filled with beef, while Fenna’s had only a scant amount of clear broth and noodles. He had known Fenna for years and was well aware of her fondness for beef, but something seemed off today.
Sliding his bowl toward Fenna, he said, “Take some beef.”
Fenna shook her head, though her eyes were greedily fixed on the beef in his bowl. “You’ve lost weight these past few days. You should eat more. I don’t mind going without,” she insisted.
Observing her longing gaze, Nathan simply picked up some beef and passed it to her.
Fenna’s face lit up with a bright smile, her voice soft as she replied, “Thank you, Nate. You’re always so kind to me.
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In an instant, Mila found her meal tasteless and suffocating.
Meanwhile, Phoebe, munching on her fried chicken, asked curiously, “Why are you two
sharing a portion of beef noodle soup? Short on cash?”
Fenna explained, “I’m watching my diet. Can’t have large portions.”
Phoebe countered, “If you can’t finish it, why not order a smaller portion? Taking away
General Morrison’s share means he won’t have enough to eat.”
Innocently, Fenna turned to Nathan, “Nate, is it enough for you?”
Nathan replied, “It’s fine.”
Phoebe frowned while contemplating Fenna’s behavior, then shifted her gaze to Nathan. Thoughts raced through her mind.
Nathan was so straightforward, surely he couldn’t be oblivious. But why did he seem clueless about Fenna’s bitchy behavior? It was so obvious!
Turning her attention to Mila, Phoebe felt sympathy.
Mila had no appetite for the food. No wonder she opted for plum juice. She was clearly feeling jealous!
Phoebe returned to the present and savored a hearty bite of her fried chicken, relishing its flavor.
After satisfying their hunger, they resumed their journey. It didn’t take long for Fenna to succumb to drowsiness. She leaned toward Nathan and rested her head on his shoulder.
Observing the scene through the rearview mirror, a heavy burden settled in Mila’s chest. She turned toward the window and rested her chin on her arm, consumed by dejection.
Her thoughts churned with a mix of confusion and sorrow. She reminded herself that she had rejected Nathan, so she had no right to feel angry, jealous, or show her concern for him.
‘Phoebe,” Nathan called out.
“Yes, General Morrison?”
Nathan’s voice was gentle as he said, “Pull over ahead, I’ll drive.”
“No, we can’t make you drive,” Phoebe protested nervously.
Mila, catching on, subtly nudged Phoebe.
Nathan noticed her gesture, a slight smile gracing his lips. “Let’s stop here,” he suggested.
Stealing a glance at Fenna who was peacefully resting her head on Nathan’s shoulder, Phoebe understood Nathan’s intention.
“Alright, General Morrison. Thanks for taking over.”
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The vehicle eased to a stop by the roadside.
Nathan tenderly adjusted Fenna’s head, then exited the car and exchanged seats with Phoebe.
As Phoebe settled into the back seat and fastened her seatbelt, she couldn’t help but steal a glance at Fenna, who was pretending to be asleep.
She thought Fenna seemned respectable enough, holding a steady job in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. She shouldn’t behave this way. Only someone as oblivious as Nathan wouldn’t notice. No wonder Mila looked so troubled.
With a soft snort, Phoebe closed the window and leaned against the windowsill, observing the passing scenery as the car glided along the road.
Mila shifted in her seat, feeling a slight tension in her muscles. Yet, her mood gradually lifted as she gazed ahead.
After a while, Fenna finally opened her eyes. She frowned at Mila and Nathan in the front seats, gently biting her lip before closing her eyes again, pretending to sleep.
Evening had already descended by the time they arrived back in Phoenicia.
The vehicle halted in front of Sudvilla, directly opposite Hudson Manor. After expressing her gratitude, Fenna alighted from the car and left.
Nathan unfastened his seatbelt but remained seated. After a brief silence, he said in a gentle tone, “Would you still like to try the cake I bake?”
Upon hearing this, Phoebe promptly exited the car and took her place by the roadside.
Mila wrestled with her conflicting emotions, unable to muster the courage to meet his gaze. She wanted to, but in the end, she decided against it.
Given the recent events, she reasoned that Nathan must have pressing matters to attend to. He
must be busy.
“Perhaps another time,” Mila murmured, her voice tinged with uncertainty.
Her words carried a distant, indifferent tone, leaving Nathan feeling dejected as he reclined in his seat and exhaled softly.
Unwilling to give up, Nathan pressed, “When will that be, then?”
Mila slowly lowered her head and remained silent.
Nathan waited, his patience stretching into what felt like an endless expanse of time. His once fervent heart gradually cooled, and in the end, he received no response from her.
He would have braved any trial, even faced death itself, if only she had spoken. Yet, she showed no need for him. The feeling of being rendered unnecessary stabbed at his heart, making each breath a struggle.
Without saying another word, Nathan swung open the car door and stepped out. Ife walked away without a backward glance.
Mila’s gaze lifted slowly, her eyes moist with unshed tears as she watched him leave. A heavy burden weighed upon her heart.
Phoebe opened the car door and slipped inside. Sensing Mila’s inner turmoil, she chose not to make it worse. Starting the car, she drove off swiftly, leaving the weight of their unspoken emotions lingering in the air.
Upon their return to Hoffis Manor, dinner was already underway.
Mila and Phoebe entered, extending polite greetings to Zach and Loretta. Zach’s eyes shimmered with kindness, his smile inviting, while Loretta and Sally looked frustrated, their eyes nearly rolling in exasperation.
Oliver’s expression remained unreadable as he glanced back and forth between Mila and Zach.
“Suzanne, Phoebe, you haven’t had dinner yet, have you? Come, join us,” Zach warmly invited.
Phoebe approached without hesitation, taking her seat with gratitude. “Thank you.”
Mila offered a soft smile as she gracefully settled into her chair.
Putting down his utensils, Zach leaned in toward Mila, curiosity lacing his gentle tone. “Where did you go these past few days?”
Mila casually mentioned a tourist spot.
Zach smiled softly as he inquired, “Did you enjoy yourself?”
Mila nodded in agreement. “Yes, we did.”
“Oh, after dinner, give me your phone number, so I can reach out to you when needed.”
“Sure.”
Zach smiled. “You must be starving. Please, help yourself.”
Loretta and Sally were both taken aback, thinking they must have misheard or misunderstood.
Zach had always been stern and authoritative with everyone. Yet now, he displayed such tenderness and care toward an outsider, his eyes and voice brimming with warmth.
Loretta questioned, “Zach, have you lost your mind?”
Sally put down her utensils, pouting. “Grandpa, I’m your granddaughter, and I’ve never seen
you this gentle with me. Are you having an affair with her?”
Her words left everyone present in shock.
Even Oliver found himself momentarily speechless, wishing he could quiet Sally’s thoughtless words.
Loretta slammed her hand on the table in frustration. “How dare she,” she exclaimed.
The sudden sound startled Mila, prompting her to frown at Loretta.
She had always recognized Loretta’s blunt and unpolished nature, but she never anticipated
her behaving so foolishly, failing to consider the situation carefully.
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her behaving so foolishly, failing to consider the situation carefully.
Mila drew in a deep breath, silently coaxing herself not to succumb to anger toward Loretta. After all, she had been misled by the deceitful Sally, so blaming her wouldn’t resolve anything.
Zach simmered with restrained fury, fixing a piercing, gaze on Loretta, “You…”
After enduring Oliver and Sally’s relentless pressure, he couldn’t bear to be pushed to the brink of madness by his irrational wife, Loretta.
It became clear to him why Mila hesitated to reveal the truth to her. With Loretta’s irrational behavior, disclosing it would be futile.
Loretta leveled a warning finger at Mila. “Whether it’s Zach or Oliver, don’t indulge in illusions. Allowing you to stay here is already the extent of my patience for your kind.”
Mila offered a helpless smile. “Please don’t get upset, Madam Hoffis. It won’t happen. Let’s
Cat.”
Loretta snorted and resumed eating.
Sally regarded Mila with a pensive frown. “Hey, did you truly cut all ties with Nate?”
Completely,” Mila affirmed.
Sally probed further, “Then why did he agree to marry me, then suddenly change his mind? If not because of you, then what?”
Phoebe muttered under her breath while eating, “Apart from wealth, you possess no value. Mr. Morrison isn’t blind. Why would he be drawn to you?”
Sally’s face flushed with rage at the comment, and she impulsively grabbed a spoon, hurling it toward Phoebe.
Phoebe swiftly dodged the incoming spoon with remarkable agility, leaving everyone in awe of her quick reflexes. Pounding the table in fury, she prepared to confront Sally, her aggressive stance catching Sally off guard.
Hastily, Mila restrained Phoebe, signaling for her not to act impulsively.
Throughout the meal, Oliver remained silent but observant, his inscrutable gaze fixed on Mila. Mila, too, sensed his growing suspicion toward her.
Zach’s stern interjection broke the tension, urging everyone to focus on their meal rather than engaging in further conversation.
The dinner, which resembled a battleground, finally concluded with great difficulty.
As the night grew quiet, Phoebe stealthily climbed onto the window ledge outside Sally’s.
room, intent on eavesdropping. To her surprise, she stumbled upon a trove of valuable informatio
Oliver strode into Sally’s room and swiftly locked the door behind him. Without a word, he delivered a resounding slap across her face.
“You’re so stupid. I don’t understand why the organization chose someone as dim–witted as you.”
Sally retorted, “How dare you hit me? Is this because of Suzanne?”
Oliver issued a stern warning. “Let me be clear. Your primary task now is to find Mila, not Nathan.”
“It’s your responsibility to find Mila. The organization sent me here primarily to get close to Nathan and steal more secrets from Norvania.”
“Just you? You’ll never get close to Nathan in this lifetime.”
Sally’s expression soured. “Just wait and see. In two months, I’ll not only marry Nathan but also carry his child.”
Oliver sneered, dismissing her with disdain.
Phoebe gasped in shock as she slowly backed away, eventually slipping onto the spacious rooftop. She then made her way to Mila’s room.
Mila had just settled into bed when she detected some movement, prompting her to quickly sit up. She spotted Phoebe sneaking in from the balcony and securely closing the glass door behind her.
“What’s going on?” Mila asked, puzzled.
Climbing onto Mila’s bed, Phoebe leaned in close, muffling her voice with her hand as she whispered, “Mila, I’ve been keeping watch for a while, and I’ve finally acquired some crucial information.”
“What information?”
“Oliver and Sally are part of an organization. They’ve tasked Oliver with finding you, while Sally’s mission is to
get close to General Morrison and steal secrets from Norvania.”
Mila’s expression darkened, her body tensing at the revelation. Despite her suspicions, hearing such words still evoked anger and shock.
Phoebe murmured, “I couldn’t make out the name of the organization.”
Recalling the information Nathan had uncovered while delving into Suzanne’s identity, Mila spoke slowly, “It’s the Dark Shadows Society.”
Phoebe was stunned, her eyes widening and mouth agape. “What? The Dark Shadows?”
Mila nodded.
Excitedly, Phoebe covered her mouth as she whispered, “Could your parents be held captive by them?”
Mila sighed. “I finally have some leads after searching for so long.”
“How can we locate their hideout?” Phoebe asked.
Mila replied, “We need to capture the intermediary connecting Sally and Oliver, and we’ll uncover the location of their headquarters.”
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“Do we still have to wait?” Phoebe asked urgently.
“Yes.”
“But there’s an urgent matter at hand,” Phoebe pressed on, her voice fraught with tension.” Sally is plotting something sinister against General Morrison.”
“What exactly is she planning?”
“She intends to marry him within two months, perhaps even carry his child,” Phoebe explained.
Mila’s eyes widened in a mixture of shock and indignation, the weight of Phoebe’s revelation settling heavily upon her.
“She’s aiming to trap him into marriage. There’s a high probability she’ll resort to drugging him, then forcing herself on him……”
Mila’s breath hitched, and her grip on the bedsheet tightened as she absorbed the gravity of the situation.
Taking a moment to compose herself, she spoke with determination, “Nate is wary of her. She won’t find it easy to get close to him.”
“But General Morrison may not have the same level of vigilance toward Loretta, hist subordinates, maids, or even his own family,” Phoebe said.
She added, “Sally has resources at her disposal. Money can buy loyalty. While we can’t anticipate her exact tactics, it’s clear she’s employing manipulation of some sort.”
Mila’s anxiety intensified with each passing moment, a knot forming in the pit of her stomach. “Mila, you must call General Morrison immediately and warn him,” Phoebe urged.
“But Nate can’t see through everyone around him. How can he guard against everyone? Stop eating, drinking, and socializing?” Mila countered anxiously.
Phoebe frowned, pondering their next course of action. “Then what do we do?”
A pleading look filled Mila’s eyes as she grabbed Phoebe’s wrist. “Phoebe, why don’t you go and protect Nate?”
Phoebe was shocked for a moment before shaking her head in disbelief. “Mila! I can’t believe you would even suggest that. I’m a girl! How could I possibly protect him all the time?
Besides, even if I were willing, he wouldn’t agree!”
“Then what can we do?” Mila’s frustration boiled over as she pounded the mattress, her
emotions in turmoil.
“Doesn’t he have two assistants?” Phoebe inquired.
“But what if Sally has already bought them off?”
Phoebe chuckled helplessly. “Then General Morrison is destined to be Sally’s prey.”
Tears welled up in Mila’s eyes as she felt overwhelmed by helplessness and frustration, her fists clenched as she pounded the mattress.
Mila cursed inwardly, “Sally is truly evil. Is she really going to stoop so low as to drug Nate just to win him over? Forced marriage?
“A man as responsible as Nate would undoubtedly take full responsibility if he were to father a child with Sally. If Sally succeeded, wouldn’t it ruin Nate’s happiness for life?”
The more Mila thought about it, the angrier she became. She sat up abruptly, her disheveled. hair sticking to her damp cheeks. With a flick of her fingers, she declared, “I won’t let her succeed.”
Phoebe said, “Mila, if you don’t trust anyone, why don’t you go?”
Her suggestion caught Mila off guard. She blinked, her eyes moist with surprise. “Me?”
“Yes, you should go,” Phoebe suggested with a gentle smile. “Since you don’t trust anyone, you’re the most suitable person. General Morrison won’t refuse you. After all, you’re his ex- wife, and you’ve spent time together before.”
Mila’s embarrassment was evident on her face. “Phoebe, I can’t do that!”
She couldn’t deny the lingering feelings she still held for Nathan. She couldn’t be near him without getting emotionally entangled.
Phoebe sighed, “Well, let’s forget about it if you can’t. There’s no need to dwell on it. If General Morrison truly fell victim to Sally’s scheme and slept with her, then let’s just wish them well.”
Mila was taken aback by her statement and blurted out, “I’ll go!”
Phoebe comfortingly patted Mila’s shoulder and said sincerely, “Mila, our goal is to protect him from being taken advantage of by that devious woman. You must control your feelings and ensure you don’t end up in bed with him instead of Sally.”
Her words instantly made Mila flush with embarrassment and frustration. She grabbed Phoebe’s waist tightly. “What nonsense are you spouting?”
Phoebe laughed and fell back on the bed. Her waist felt both itchy and sore from Mila’s grip as she struggled to laugh, “Haha, Mila, have I hit a nerve? Are you blushing with anger?”
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“How dare you say that?” Mila’s embarrassment deepened, and the two of them playfully wrestled on the bed.