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Chapter 320

“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.