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"Wanda forgives you because of Cameron, but I'm not letting you off the hook," Nathan said indifferently.

Fenna's expression soured, and she asked sadly, "Why?"

"No why. Adults need to own up to what they do."

"I didn't intend to," Fenna protested.

"My house has cameras everywhere."

Fenna was caught off guard.

Nathan didn't want to argue further and headed toward the car.

"You've never been this harsh with me before," Fenna blurted out, her emotions showing.

Nathan took a deep breath and turned back to face her with a chilling tone. "I didn't realize how twisted your thinking was.

"Cameron begged me to tolerate you more. Without him, you're nothing. I wouldn't even spare a glance at you. It's not worth my time."

Tears filled Fenna's eyes as she stared at Nathan. She clenched her fists and bit her lip. She was clearly hurt and upset.

"Go and prepare your defense. The judge will consider your income for compensation. But you have to pay."

"Are you short of money?" Fenna shouted.

"I'm not short of money, but you're thoughtless, and need to learn a lesson. It's what you deserve."

Fenna grew frightened and reached out to grab Nathan's arm. "Nate, I understand-"

Nathan quickly shook off her touch and warned, "Don't touch me."

Fenna felt devastated. She didn't dare to touch Nathan anymore. Tears streamed down her face as she spoke, "Please let me apologize to you and Wanda. I acted impulsively, and now I deeply regret it.

"I don't earn much, and my savings are meager. Cam isn't wealthy either, so this is really tough on him when you do this."

Nathan's expression hardened as he reprimanded, "Don't try to manipulate me with Cameron. You're an adult, you must face the consequences if you make a mistake."

Desperately, Fenna asked, "What can I do to earn your forgiveness?"

Nathan paused before firmly replying, "Resign from Project 905 logistics and return to your former position in the Foreign Affairs Department."

Fenna's tears abruptly ceased. She

wiped away her tears and said unrelentingly, "I can't walk away from Project 905. It's my only opportunity to be around you

regularly now.

"No matter what happens, I won't leave. I'll make it up to you, even if it takes my whole life. You can't just push me aside!"

With those words, Fenna stormed off.

Nathan found himself utterly

exasperated by Fenna's persistence. Anger simmered beneath his surface as he forcefully swung open the candoor and climbed into the car. His expression remained dark and troubled.

Cole pressed down on the accelerator, guiding them home.

In a foul mood, Nathan exited the car. His work was at a standstill, talks with Donald had reached a dead end, and Fenna's constant pestering was weighing him down. He strode into the living room.

"Nate, you're back?" A pleasant and familiar voice came.

Nathan glanced up to see a small, charming figure hurrying toward him.

Mila approached him like a joyful bird, wrapping her arms around his neck and jumping into his embrace.

Nathan was pleasantly surprised by her sudden show of affection. All his worries melted away as he wrapped his arms around Mila and carried her.

A mix of excitement and shyness washed over him, leaving him oddly content. This was the first time Mila had welcomed him home with such intense enthusiasm.

Nathan gently carried her toward the couch, a blush creeping into his cheeks. "Is no one home?"

With her arms still around his neck, Mila answered softly in her melodic voice, "No, they've all gone to visit my grandma's grave. I stayed back to look after Jay and Elio with the maternity nurse."

Nathan settled onto the couch, letting Mila straddle on his lap. He wrapped his arms around her waist contently and buried his face in her shoulder.

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Mila could tell that Nathan was feeling off. She gently stroked his head and asked, "What's bothering you?"

"I just want to hold you," Nathan whispered.

"Are you hungry?" Mila gently touched his back, feeling a surge of sympathy.

"No."

"Are you feeling tired?"

"I wouldn't feel tired if I could hold you." His weariness seemed more emotional than physical.

"Let's head to our room. I'll give you a massage," Mila said sincerely.

Nathan chuckled and asked, "What kind of massage?"

His tone was suggestive, and Mila got the hint right away. She patted his shoulder, "I mean it. When I used to care for Grandma, I picked up a few massage tricks." Nathan tenderly held her hand. "Your hands are so delicate. I don't want to tire you out. I'll skip the massage. Holding you is enough to make me content." Moved by his words, Mila kissed his forehead. She cradled his face and looked into his eyes. "When you first came in, you seemed really down. What's going on?" "So, you jumped on me on purpose?"

"Yeah." Mila's cheeks turned pink. "I just wanted to lift your spirits."

Nathan tapped her nose and said affectionately, "You know how to make me happy, little one."

"General Morrison, what's on your mind?"

Nathan's expression soured. "Please, don't call me that."

Mila pouted, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She whispered, "Darling?"

Nathan's cheeks turned red. His grin widened. "Say it again."

Mila shook her head. Her cheeks flushed as well.

"Come on, just once more," Nathan urged. His arms drew her closer.

Bashfully, Mila smiled and lowered her head. She murmured, "No."

"Pretty please, just one more time." Nathan's tone softened, full of warmth. "Or else, I might have start calling you 'Honey' non-stop, regardless of the occasion

Mila panicked. "No, we haven't even had the wedding."

Nathan pecked her lips. "Just one more time."

Mila leaned close to his ear and softly uttered, "Darling, Darling... Don't be unhappy. You-"

Before Mila could finish, Nathan gently held her face and kissed her passionately. The maids were flustered and dared not interrupt their moment.

Lost in the intoxicating kiss, Mila was oblivious to everything else. Before she knew it, she was carried back to their room.

All she could recall was Nathan pinning her to the bed once more in the room, his focus unwaveringly fixed on her body.

While her interests revolved around

met

reading books and conducting experiments, it seemed Nathan's newfound fascination lay in trying out various intimate positions with her in bed. He gave in to his insatiable desires.

Later, Mila was still able to coax Nathan into sharing his concerns His major concern revolved around Donald's hesitance to look into Yale during his last three months as president.

Nathan was deeply troubled by allowing Oliver to remain free for another three months. He was uncertain of any potential unforeseen developments during that time. Despite Mila's desire to intervene in the investigation regarding Yale's connection to Oliver, Nathan refused to let her get involved, fearing for her safety.

Mila understood his concerns and didn't push the matter further.

With Yale being a legitimate presidential candidate, forcibly apprehending him for testing could risk offending him if it turned out he wasn't actually Oliver. Such actions could profoundly affect Nathan's career progression.

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After the wedding incident, Yale became vigilant, ensuring Nathan couldn't covertly obtain his DNA.

Mila strictly followed Nathan's instructions in such critical matters. He had expressly stated his desire for her to steer clear of Yale, so she made an effort to avoid any possible conflicts. However, fate had a different script prepared.

Just days later, Mila and Phoebe left the bookstore and ventured into the nearby mall to browse clothing. To their surprise, they stumbled upon Lillian trying on outfits at a high-end fashion store, accompanied by Yale.

Mila had no intention of greeting them and was ready to leave without a word.

However, Yale greeted politely, "What a coincidence, Mrs. Morrison."

Mila's expression darkened as she regarded Yale with suspicion.

When Lillian emerged from the fitting room with clothes in hand, her smile faded upon seeing Mila. "What a day, bumping into a jerk."

Phoebe felt the impulse to speak up and defend Mila, but Mila restrained her, gesturing for her to stay calm.

After a courteous nod toward Lillian, Mila turned to leave.

"Wanda, hold on."

Mila ignored Lillian and continued on her way as if she hadn't heard a thing.

Yale watched intently as she walked away.

Lillian was fuming. She clenched her fists and gritted her teeth. "What's up with her attitude? She's so rude."

Yale stayed silent, but the intense passion in his eyes was unmistakable.

Phoebe and Mila headed to the second store to check out more clothes. Phoebe found a style she really liked and eagerly headed into the fitting room to try it on.

Mila continued browsing, and with a gentle nudge from the salesperson, she also picked out an outfit she liked and stepped into the fitting room.

Inside, she noticed there was no door but a cloth curtain. Spotting the salesperson stationed by the entrance, Mila felt reassured about changing. "Okay, I'll go now," the salesperson's voice echoed faintly through the fitting room.

Suddenly, the

room

could

Curtain of Mila's fitting

pulled aside. Before she

a hand covered her

mouth, fortunately, she had already finished changing.

Wide-eyed, she stared at Yale, her heart racing with fear, but she forced herself to remain composed.

"Don't scream," Yale whispered. "I won't harm you. I simply want to talk to you and take a good look at you." Mila nodded.

"Do you feel happy being married to Nathan?" Yale asked softly.

Mila nodded once again.

Yale smiled sadly, his hand gently touching Mila's cheek. He looked at her with deep affection and said, "I don't want to hurt you. I just want us to be friends. Why do you keep pushing me away?"

"Mila, are you getting changed?" Phoebe's voice came from outside the fitting room.

Feeling nervous, Mila pulled Yale's hand away and replied, "Just give me a moment. I'll be out soon."

Yale affectionately tousled her hair, his tone gentle as he remarked, "You're still as timid as ever, aren't you?"

Mila flashed a harmless smile, but in the next instant, she vented her anger by forcefully driving her knee upward.

Yale screamed in pain, clutching his crotch as he doubled over and retreated.

The commotion caused by Yale's

outcry led to the curtain being drawn back, revealing the scene to the

people outside the fitting room. They

were stunned and outraged by what they witnessed.

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Phoebe burst into the fitting room. She quickly pulled Mila out and positioned herself protectively before her. "Mila, are you okay?"

Salespeople from the store gathered around, their eyes fixed on the unfolding scene.

"Darling?" Lillian approached with worry etched on her face.

She supported Yale's arm, bending down to find him clutching his crotch. Seeing the sweat on his forehead and the pain on his face, she felt sorry for him. "What happened? Did Wanda hurt you?"

The situation was clear. This was a women's clothing store, so naturally, the changing room was intended for females.

Therefore, when a man appeared in the fitting room and ended up doubled over in pain, it didn't take much to piece together what had occurred.

Yale winced in pain and muttered, "Wanda was too rough."

Lillian glared at Mila and clenched her teeth in frustration. She hurried over and raised her hand as if she might slap her.

Phoebe acted quickly. She grabbed Lillian's arm and forcefully shoved it away.

Lillian staggered back a few steps from the force and pointed angrily at Mila. "Wanda, you're in trouble. I won't let you off easy!"

"Don't you want to know what Yale did to deserve being hit?" Phoebe countered.

"What could Yale have done? This bitch has been trying to seduce Yale over and over. I've been watching her for a while," Lillian roared. Mila sneered, "Me? Trying to seduce Yale?"

"Wanda, you stole Fenna's man first, and now you're trying to seduce my husband. A woman like you deserves to be publicly shamed!" Lillian snapped. Mila clenched her fists in anger, struggling to contain her laughter. She couldn't believe how foolish Lillian acted as if she were completely oblivious. Despite being unaware of the full situation, those nearby salespeople couldn't resist gossiping and pointing fingers at them.

Phoebe was blunt and couldn't

stand to see Mila unfairly criticized. She argued, "Mila and General Morrison have been together since childhood, admiring each other for years.

зил

"Fenna is just a sidekick to General Morrison, yet she acts like she's in charge? Now that Fenna's been pushed away, she's causing trouble everywhere. It's unbelievable." "Who are you calling a sidekick?" Lillian jabbed her finger fiercely at Phoebe, her eyes burning with anger, seemingly poised for a fight.

"Say that again if you have the nerve. I'll see that you won't be welcome in Phoenicia!"

"Oh, I'm shaking in my boots. You, the lovesick follower, and your paranoid friend make quite the pair, don't you?" Phoebe taunted.

Unable to think of a comeback, Lillian grew so angry that she raised her hand to strike Phoebe again. Yet, she couldn't match Phoebe's agility.

As Phoebe dodged and prepared to retaliate, Mila shouted, "Phoebe, she's pregnant."

Fearful of being wrongly accused, Phoebe focused on evading Lillian's erratic attacks.

Once Yale regained his senses, he swiftly embraced Lillian, holding her tightly to stop her impulsive actions. He comforted her, "Honey, please don't act rashly. It's not worth risking harm to the baby."

Struggling in Yale's grasp, Lillian insisted, "Darling, let me go. I need to teach her a lesson!"

"Honey, please, calm down," Yale pleaded.

Amid the chaos, Mila silently headed to the cashier's area and searched through a toolbox. After finding a fabric-cutting blade, she quietly approached Yale from behind.

Yale continued to step back while

clutching onto Lillian. Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his arm. It took him a moment to realize that his white shirt was now stained with blood.

Mila quickly used her sleeve to apply pressure to his wound. "I'm sorry. I accidentally hurt you again."

Lillian also caught sight of the blood seeping from Yale's arm. In a fit of rage, she bellowed, "Wanda, I'm finished playing nice with you!"

Mila swiftly retreated, with Phoebe stepping forward to shield her, while Yale kept hold of Lillian. The salespeople observed anxiously. Meanwhile, Mila promptly headed to the cashier to settle her bill, then hurried out wearing clothes stained with blood.

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Phoebe hurriedly trailed after Mila as she left. They got into the car nervously. Phoebe wasted no time starting the engine and driving away.

As they fled, Mila pulled out her phone and dialed Nathan's number, her mind racing with fear. Past encounters had taught her to be wary of Yale's potential threats, and she was on edge. Nathan answered just as Mila's anxiety bubbled over. "Nate, there's Yale's blood on me. What do I do?"

"What happened?" Nathan's voice betrayed his tension.

"I ran into him and Lillian at the clothing store. Things got heated, and I ended up injuring him and getting his blood on my clothes."

"Send me your location right away. Follow my instructions carefully. Head to the nearest police station and lay low for now." Nathan's tone was urgent.

"Got it."

Nathan swiftly deployed a drone for tracking and protection purposes while organizing a team to meet Mila.

Ten minutes later, Mila safely met up with Nathan. Escorted by the military base's team, they rushed to the testing department of the military hospital.

Given the gravity of the situation, the doctors there immediately took the blood samples for analysis. The results were ready three hours later but they lacked crucial reference data.

After a lengthy search through the DNA database, they found the previously stored DNA data for Oliver was missing.

Inside the office of the military hospital director, Nathan's face drained of color as he sat on the sofa, anxiously awaiting the results.

Still at the computer, the director wiped away sweat and stole glances at Nathan's stern expression.

A knock at the door interrupted the tense atmosphere. The captain of the criminal investigation department entered, accompanied by the head of the forensic department.

They stood before Nathan, offering respectful nods. "General Morrison, good day."

Nathan fixed them with a cold stare and asked in a frigid tone, "Have you found anything?"

The captain of the criminal investigation department replied, "I'm afraid not, General Morrison. There's no DNA information about Oliver in the database."

The head of the forensic department added grimly, "We've also lost the samples we had in our department."

In that tense moment, the hospital director rushed over. With his head lowered, he spoke shakily, "General Morrison, I'm afraid we've also lost Oliver's DNA information from our hospital database."

Nathan smiled wryly as he leaned against the couch, his hand supporting his forehead as he. closed his eyes to collect himself. His presence filled the room with a chilling intensity.

Everyone held their breath as they waited for his response. Every

moment felt like torture, with

everyone's spines stiffening and sweat pouring from them in nervous tension.

This was something Nathan hadn't expected.

Oliver had spread his influence across various government departments in Norvania. It seemed like he was dead set on becoming the country's president. However, Nathan figured it wasn't just Oliver working alone. Nightshade Clan was likely backing him up.

"Cole," called out Nathan.

Cole approached immediately, showing that he was ready to act. "General Morrison, what are your orders?"

"Send investigation teams to each government department. Weed out any traitors and conduct thorough investigations."

"Yes, sir," Cole responded.

The others present nervously remained silent, fearing to attract attention.

With a stern expression, Nathan got up and walked away. He was followed quickly by the others who bid their respectful farewells, "Take care, General Morrison."

After being escorted home, Mila anxiously awaited Nathan's return. It wasn't until evening that Nathan finally finished his work and returned home.

As soon as he stepped in, Mila rushed over and linked her arm with his. "Nate, you're back."

Nathan smiled warmly and gently patted her head. "Did today scare you?"

"I'm okay. I'm tougher than you think," Mila replied with a smile, a hint of pride in her tone. "I gave Yale a good kick. He probably won't be having kids anytime soon." "You're quite something. Just the thought of it makes me cringe," Nathan said affectionately.

They settled on the couch in the living room. Mila leaned in closer, lowering her voice. "Did you find out who Yale really is?"

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Nathan's expression turned serious as he shook his head.

Mila was shocked. "So, Yale isn't Oliver after all?"

"I'm not sure. All the data on Oliver's DNA in the database has been erased, even the previous samples are gone," Nathan replied.

Mila clenched her fist and gritted her teeth. "No wonder he was so calm today. Turns out, he's got nothing to fear anymore."

"Maybe it's because he got cautious after I took his blood at the wedding," Nathan said, leaning back on the couch and closing his eyes. "He's planning to run for election, so it'll be even tougher to catch him then."

"He's truly terrifying," Mila remarked. "He leaves no trace in anything he does. It's all cleaned up perfectly."

Nathan reached for her hand, squeezing it tight as he said, "I'm most worried about you now."

"You don't have to worry about me. From now on, I'll make sure to bring Phoebe with me whenever I go out, along with a few others," Mila replied.

"Project 905 is about to kick off, so you have to start preparing, too. We'll be heading to the frontier soon," Nathan said.

"What about Jasper?" Mila's mood shifted to a more somber tone as she reluctantly lowered her head. "He's still young. Should he stay with my parents or yours?"

"Bring him with us," Nathan said, embracing Mila. "We can keep him close for the next few years until he starts school."

"Okay."

The maid came to announce that dinner was ready.

As the family gathered around the dining table, they engaged in lively conversation and laughter, creating a warm and harmonious atmosphere.

Nathan briefed Zach, Tristan, and Michaela about his upcoming work at the frontier.

Intrigued, Zach asked, "I understand Nate's role and responsibilities, but I've always been curious about what Wanda does. It seems so mysterious." Mila and Nathan exchanged a knowing smile.

"Wanda used to work at the Sunterland Research Institute," Michaela explained.

"What kind of work did she do there?" asked Zach.

Michaela shrugged. "She never mentioned it. It was a government institution, so we didn't pry too much."

Tristan added, "Yeah, Dad. There's probably a good reason if Wanda isn't talking about it. It's fine as long as she's not doing anything wrong."

Mila leaned toward Nathan and whispered, "Nate, do research units in Norvania have confidentiality agreements?"

"No, researchers are highly

respected here, and it's a prestigious

job. There's usually no need for secrecy And if there were, it would

be to protect information froential

outsiders and prevent any potential danger."

Reassured by his explanation, Mila boldly confessed to her family, "I'm a chemistry researcher and also a military engineer. My job mainly involves researching chemical weapons for military use, such as fighter jets, missiles, and so on."

The three of them present were suddenly dumbfounded. They stared at her in shock and exchanged bewildered glances.

Mila couldn't help but laugh. "What's with you guys?"

"S-So, you're a researcher who works with military weapons?" Zach sounded amazed.

Mila smiled in response. "Grandpa,

you've always pushed me to do well

in my studies. You've invested a great deal in my education, all because you've wanted me to succeed, haven't you?"

Zach laughed, "Yeah, I wanted you to succeed, but I never expected you to be this impressive! No wonder you chose to become a citizen of Sunterland."

He finally grasped Mila's challenges. To access cutting-edge technology from a powerful nation, Mila had to join a more prestigious team where she could delve into the details. However, these powerful nations typically preferred their own citizens, making naturalization the sole path to acquiring additional expertise.

With Mila achieving success in her studies, it was now time for her to return and strengthen her homeland.

Tristan and Michaela weren't as surprised as Zach. During their time in Sunterland, they had already recognized the significant importance of Mila's work.

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After dinner, the family gathered in the living room, nibbling on fruit and chatting.

Cole entered the house hand in hand with Phoebe.

When Michaela spotted them, she welcomed them warmly. "Cole, Phoebe, come join us and grab some fruit."

Cole nodded politely and exchanged greetings with everyone before standing respectfully beside Nathan. His cheeks flushed slightly as he shyly said, "General Morrison, I need to talk to you about something.' Nathan motioned toward the empty couch across from him. "Take a seat and let's talk."

Cole held Phoebe's hand as they settled onto the couch facing Nathan.

Mila smiled as she watched Phoebe's shy demeanor, sensing that something wonderful was about to unfold. Anticipation filled her.

Cole cleared his throat nervously before saying, "General Morrison, Mrs. Morrison, we would like..."

Phoebe glanced at him bashfully, silently encouraging him to speak his mind.

All eyes in the room were fixed on him, awaiting his words.

Cole stuttered, "W-We would like... We would like..."

His ears turned crimson, and his neck flushed, hinting at his growing embarrassment.

Unable to bear the tension any longer, Phoebe took charge. "We would like to have the wedding before Project 905 begins."

As soon as the words escaped her lips, Mila couldn't contain her excitement. She clasped her hand over her mouth, her eyes glistening with tears of joy. She was deeply moved and elated. Michaela clapped and cheered, "Amazing! This calls for a big celebration!"

With big smiles, Zach and Tristan joined in, saying, "Congrats to both of you!"

Cole grinned, his face glowing with excitement as he glanced at Nathan.

"Why are you staring at me? You're not marrying me. You don't need my approval," Nathan joked.

"Thanks, General Morrison." Cole couldn't help but laugh.

Nathan looked at them with envy, wishing he could also plan his wedding with Mila alongside Cole and Phoebe, feeling a bit insecure otherwise.

"Will you invite us?" Nathan asked.

"Absolutely," Cole replied eagerly.

"Where's the wedding going to be, and what's it going to be like?" Mila asked with interest.

Phoebe beamed. "It's happening in

Cole's hometown, with a traditional Norvanian ceremony. There'll be

drumming and traditionalne

Cole and I will be dressed in Norvanian wedding clothes. It's going to be quite the celebration!"

Nathan asked, "Cole, have you sorted out a place to live together? Do you need any—"

Cole cut him off, "It's fine, General Morrison. I've already secured a place for Phoebe and me in the city center. And it's all paid for."

Nathan grinned knowingly, feeling happy for them.

Mila looked at Phoebe, her eyes shining with tears of happiness.

Phoebe's life in Sunterland had been tough from the start. Left by her parents when she was young, she spent her upbringing in an orphanage.

While education was lacking, Phoebe did acquire remarkable combat abilities. Yet, in a society that didn't value such skills in a woman, she encountered rejection at every turn, struggling to secure a job and a stable life. She always felt adrift without a true home.

Yet, upon meeting Mila, everything changed for Phoebe. She declared that anywhere Mila was, felt like home to her.

At last, Phoebe found a place to call her own. With a loving and devoted husband by her side, she blossomed from the neglected and lonely soul she once was.

Now, she had a sense of belonging and was no longer defined by the hardships of her past.

As tears streamed down Mila's cheeks, she instinctively lowered her head to wipe them away.

Nathan wrapped his arms around her gently, his voice tender as he asked, "What's wrong? Why are you crying?"

Seeing Mila cry, Phoebe couldn't help but shed tears herself. She nervously said, "Mila, if me getting married so soon is bothering you, I can call it off."

Cole looked visibly distressed, his face pale as he anxiously shifted his gaze between Mila and Phoebe.

Mila laughed through her tears. She wiped them away and said, "Why would you even think that? These are tears of joy, not sorrow."

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The weather was perfect for Cole and Phoebe's wedding day, with sunny skies and a light breeze. It took two hours to get to the venue. Mila, Nathan, the Morrisons, and the Hoffises were all invited. The generosity of the Morrisons and Hoffises was staggering, their gifts alone could have easily bought Cole and Phoebe another house.

Mila presented Phoebe with a million-dollar jewelry set, while Nathan surprised Cole with a luxury car of the same value.

The Gilberts were thrilled and overwhelmed by the grandeur of the event. They never imagined that their humble rural wedding would attract such esteemed guests, including the wealthiest family in Norvania, the Norvanian general, and several other dignitaries and military comrades.

Cole's parents had underestimated Cole's role, believing he was just a regular assistant to Nathan. The prestigious guest list filled them with pride, giving them something to boast about for the rest of their lives.

Norvanian weddings were steeped in tradition. Mila found immense joy in experiencing it, almost as if she were witnessing her own daughter getting married.

She couldn't help but cry tears of joy as she witnessed Phoebe gracefully partake in the intricate wedding customs.

Cole extended an invitation to Cameron but not Fenna. However, Fenna managed to deceive Cameron into believing she had also been invited, so he brought her to attend together.

Phoebe's and Cole's discomfort was apparent upon spotting Fenna at the reception.

"I came on my own. Congratulations," Fenna said.

Only then did Cameron realize Fenna had deceived him once again. She seemed to seize every opportunity to meet Nathan.

Despite their inner turmoil, Cole and Phoebe knew they couldn't afford to show displeasure toward their guests, especially on their wedding day. So, they politely invited Fenna to join the banquet.

The wedding banquet was held outdoors, where having meals in the sunlight lent a unique charm to the event.

Nathan was enjoying himself, reconnecting with old comrades he hadn't seen in years over drinks.

Daniel slowly felt his way toward the empty seat beside Mila and asked, "Is this Nate's seat?"

Mila smiled in response. "Yeah, but Nathan's meeting up with old comrades for drinks. Feel free to take a seat, Daniel."

Daniel sat down, then paused before asking, "Will Sienna be joining us, Wanda?"

It was only then that Mila

understood Daniel's concern. She

quickly looked around before

responding, "Phoebe sent her an

invitation, and I called her, too. But I haven't spotted her yet."

Daniel's expression grew somber.

Right then, Mila's excitement bubbled over as she grabbed Daniel's arm. "Daniel, Sienna's here. She-"

But her words abruptly halted, and she fell silent.

Daniel's muscles tightened as he waited for her to speak, his heart aching with longing.

"She came with a guy." Mila's voice grew softer.

Daniel couldn't see anything. His mind became a void, his heart ached, and his fists tightened without his control.

Mila continued, "Sienna noticed you. She smiled, nodded, and waved but didn't seem keen on joining us."

With each word, Daniel's heart sank deeper.

Mila stood up nervously. "She gave a gift and is leaving. I'll see if I can get her to talk to you."

Daniel gripped her wrist and said, "Mila, it's fine."

Mila felt sorry for him. "But... you..."

Daniel's love for Sienna ran deep, but

his insecurity stemming from his

blindness held him back from,

confessing or taking steps to be

with her.

He knew their previous encounter had ended badly and they were not meant to be.

Daniel already felt worthless, and the misunderstanding during their last meeting, where he offered financial support to Sienna, only caused her to view him in a more negative light.

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Mila's sympathy for Daniel deepened as she took a seat. "Daniel, if you don't grab this opportunity now, who knows if another one will come along."

Daniel shook his head. "There wasn't much of an opportunity to begin with."

Sighing, Mila muttered, "I wonder if that guy with Sienna is a blind date or her boyfriend. I'm not sure what to say to her either."

"Did Phoebe only invite Sienna?" Daniel asked.

"Yeah."

"Isn't that telling?"

"Telling of what?"

Daniel tried to hide his disappointment behind a fake smile. "She brought her boyfriend along to join in the excitement. Then, she would reveal that she's getting married soon, right before you and Phoebe. Naturally, that would dash any hope I had."

Mila felt even more sympathetic. "Daniel, why are you so negative? You used to be different. What happened to your confidence and open-mindedness?"

Daniel reached for his phone and pressed the call button for the driver. "Wanda, please apologize to Phoebe and Cole on my behalf. I'm not feeling well, so I need to leave early."

"What's wrong, Daniel?" Mila offered him support as they rose from their seats.

Daniel remained silent. As the driver arrived, he took Daniel's arm and helped him leave.

Sienna and her younger brother, Felix Lawson, stood at the roadside, waiting for a taxi. Sienna appeared gloomy, while Felix was bursting with excitement.

"Sienna, I thought you were just exaggerating. I never imagined you actually knew so many important people. Even the wealthiest guy in Norvania and General Morrison from the military base is here! "Meeting all these VIPS makes my life feel complete. Since we're already here and we've given the gift, why not stick around for the banquet? Do you realize how rare this chance is?

"I could potentially leap into success if I get to know just one big shot inside. Sienna, are you even listening to me?" Felix exclaimed.

Sienna shook herself from her reverie and asked, "Has the taxi arrived?"

Felix glanced at the approaching taxi. "Yep, it's here."

As the vehicle came to a halt, Felix hopped inside. Just as Sienna was about to move forward, she caught a voice. "Mr. Morrison, the vehicle is just about five steps ahead." She halted, turning to see Daniel brushing past her.

He wasn't leaning on a cane. The driver was offering his arm, and Daniel walked steadily and confidently. Though months had gone by, he still carried his charisma. sŵnovel

Perhaps due to attending the wedding, he was dressed impeccably in a sharp suit and polished shoes, emanating elegance and poise. The sunlight enveloped his sturdy form, casting a brilliant glow around him.

A delicate and pleasant smell hung in the air as Daniel walked past. It reminded Sienna of a year ago.

"Daniel, you smell really good. Are you wearing cologne?" Sienna asked.

"Do you like it?"

"It smells amazing. I like it."

"You can have it."

"Oh gosh! I just looked up the price It's 80 bottle

can't afford that."

usand dollars for as s sweet

"Don't worry about it. It's a gift for you."

"I can't accept it. You're extravagant even though you live alone. Why do you even wear cologne?"

"Because you're still here with me, aren't you?"

Even after a long while, Sienna still smiled at the memory.

"Sienna, are you getting in or not?" Felix called out.

Sienna shook off her thoughts and hurried into the taxi.

Meanwhile, Daniel paused by his car.

"Mr. Morrison, is everything okay?" the driver asked.

Daniel glanced back, sensing a strange flutter in his chest.

"Yeah," he replied tersely, opting not to delve deeper, and climbed into his luxurious car.

The two vehicles set off, one following the other, until they reached a junction and parted ways.

Chapter 640

Chapter 640

Sienna settled into her car seat, a peculiar uneasiness washing over her. It wasn't overpowering, but rather a persistent discomfort, akin to a hand clutching her heart, causing her breath to catch. She sighed and mustered a smile before she asked, "Felix, if you were rich, powerful, and held a government position, would you consider marrying someone like me?"

Felix burst into laughter. "Are you kidding? If I had such a status, I'd definitely choose a partner from a similar background. You're struggling financially, without any influence, not even a stable job. "Let's face reality, Sienna. We should look for partners who align with our social status."

Sienna forced a bitter smile, her gaze falling as she sighed. Deep down, she knew Felix was speaking the truth. She shouldn't indulge in fantasies that weren't grounded in reality.

Suddenly, Felix studied Sienna before speaking again, "Sienna, you're stunning and have an amazing physique. You'd be the ideal mistress for a wealthy or influential man to keep on the side. It wouldn't be a terrible life."

Sienna's heart jolted. She clenched her fists, biting her lip as her eyes narrowed with intensity. In that instant, a surge of contempt toward men coursed through her.

"What? Keep on the side?" Sienna exploded and threw punches at Felix.

Felix quickly shielded his head while dodging her hits. "Why the sudden anger?"

"The ideal mistress?" Sienna kept landing blows on him.

Felix huddled in the tight space, whimpering, "S-S-Sienna, we were just talking hypothetically. Why are you taking it so seriously? P-Please... stop... stop hitting me. I-I was wrong... I was wrong." The driver suppressed a laugh from the front seat while the fight escalated in the back.

As the wedding stretched into the evening, Cole and Phoebe gradually found themselves winding down amid the bustling atmosphere as guests began to depart.

Mila had been chatting with Phoebe

and a group of bridesmaids throughout the evening. As the hour grew late, she decided it was time for Gole and Phoebe to retire for the night.

Reaching for her phone, Mila intended to call Nathan, only to discover it was switched off. She tried reaching out to Tristan,

Michaela, Gary, and Florence, but

they had all left.

Finally, she managed to contact Cameron, who informed her that Nathan was out drinking with some of his comrades.

Later, in the lounge, Mila found Nathan's comrades. When she asked about Nathan, they explained that he got drunk and was escorted back by his assistant.

Mila was shocked. Nathan's assistant was actually the groom, Cole! How could Cole have managed to send him off?

Hurriedly, Mila went back to the house and found Cole and Phoebe. Anxiously, she asked, "Cole, have you seen Nate?"

Cole looked confused. "No, Phoebe and I have been greeting the guests since the ceremony."

Mila looked terrified, her face draining of color. "Nate got drunk and someone took him."

Cole's anxiety spiked. "Who took him?"

"His comrades said it was his assistant."

"But I'm his only assistant. Where did this other assistant come from?" With that, Cole pulled out his phone, scrambling to contact others for more details. Phoebe reached out to Mila, gently holding her hand to offer comfort. "Mila, don't panic. General Morrison isn't a kid. He wouldn't just disappear. Could he be with Cameron?"

"No, I've already checked," Mila

replied as her hands shook. If

Nathan were intoxicated, he

wouldn't be able to defend himself. It

ouldn't

could be dangerous if he came across enemies.

Phoebe scanned their surroundings and asked, "Where's Fenna?"