The wrong Woman novel by Ginny Not Genie novel Chapter 322

"Hey Mila, your intentions are really obvious."

Phoebe dialed Mila's phone number, but she didn't pick up the phone. Phoebe felt puzzled, so she dialed again. The second time, the phone was turned off.

Phoebe had a sense of foreboding, so she hurriedly rushed out of the room. She asked the maid on the first floor, "When did my friend leave?"

The maid replied, "I think around 7:00 am."

Phoebe grew increasingly unsettled. She paced back and forth in the living room while nervously dialing Nathan's number.

After a few rings, Nathan answered. His voice was light and indifferent as he asked, "What's up?"

Phoebe tensely inquired, "General Morrison, did Mila come to see you?"

Nathan was skeptical. He asked, "Chubs wanted to see me?"

Phoebe pressed on, "She's not at your place now?"

"No, she's not," Nathan replied.

"Then where could she have gone?" Phoebe grew increasingly restless and agitated..

Nathan was very nervous. He demanded, "Explain clearly. What is going on?"

Phoebe replied without hesitation, "General Morrison, Mila was supposed to come to see you today. The maid said she left at 7:00 am, but it's already past eight. There's no way she hasn't reached Sudvilla yet."

"Go find her immediately!" Nathan commanded, his tone impatient and his voice intimidating.

"Alright, Mr. Morrison," Phoebe said as she dashed toward the surveillance room at Hoffis Manor. "If Mila goes to your house, give me a call."

"Okay," Nathan replied anxiously before hanging up.

Phoebe arrived at the surveillance room and pulled up the footage.

At 7:00 am, Mila dragged her suitcase as she walked out of Hoffis Manor. Then, she walked into an area without surveillance cameras.

After that, she disappeared.

Phoebe scrutinized the footage for a while. She realized the only vehicle on the street after Mila disappeared was a black Tesla.

Phoebe asked as she pointed at the car, "Whose car is this?"

The security guard, Ben Willis, replied, "It's Mr. Hoffis' car."

"Oliver?" Phoebe's face turned pale, her heart sinking to her stomach.

She glanced around. It was a luxurious and unfamiliar room.

She felt weak and powerless. When she tried to move her limbs, she realized they were tied to the bed.

She tried to call out, but only muffled sounds came forth. With her mouth gagged, she was unable to speak.

She recalled the scene before passing out. She shivered with fear as her entire body was drenched in cold sweat. Her heart pounded anxiously, as if it were about to explode.

She breathed softly, trying to stay calm while figuring out how to escape.

She knew it was Oliver who had bound her. He wouldn't have gone to such lengths without premeditating it for a long time.

She was really behind the eight ball, just like her parents.

As time passed, Mila gradually calmed down.

Suddenly, the door was pushed open.

She slowly turned her head toward the doorway.

Oliver walked in, looking smug. He wore a white shirt, black pants, and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses.