Semua Bab The Wrong Woman: Bab 241 - Bab 250

"It's a toxic nation, nurtured by the government's support for opium growth. Now it's the primary source of almost all the world's narcotics. And as its neighbor, we bear the full brunt of this drug scourge. "Remember the 18 border guards forcibly dosed with drugs? They're now trapped in a daily struggle, living in agony. In Norvania, we've got 20 million addicts, and that number keeps skyrocketing by the day!"Despite the sacrifices of our anti-drug forces, we can't seem to stop the relentless flow of drugs into our country." Donald sank into his seat heavily, his hand pressed to his forehead. His voice was thick with grief and frustration as he said, "What's the use in wiping out just one drug den with a missile? "It's barely scratching the surface with Muzat. The heart of the problem remains completely untouched." Nathan closed his eyes in sorrow and took a deep breath. Donald's tone softened a fraction. "I know you're not one to act rashly. Tell me, what drove you to th

Suzanne strode past Oliver, but he suddenly seized her arm and yanked her toward him. Irritated, Suzanne pushed his hand away. "What are you doing? Let me go!" Oliver didn't relent. Instead, he drew her closer. He cast affectionate glances her way, his voice smooth as silk as he said, "My dear ex-girlfriend, why the rush? I have something important to share." Despite her racing heart, Suzanne feigned composure. She narrowed her eyes and fixated on his hand as she snapped, "If you have something to say, spit it out. Release me and keep your hands to yourself!" Nevertheless, Oliver didn't budge. He leaned in closer, a faint smile playing on his lips. "Haven't I explored every inch of your body over our years together?" Suzanne clenched her jaw and shot him a glare, trying hard to hold back her frustration. "We've been through so much together. I know your body better than anyone," Oliver added. If it weren't for the gynecologist's assurance during her recent check-up that she

"You could deny the marriage and quietly divorce Nathan, or reveal your true identity," Sienna suggested. Leaning against the sofa, Suzanne pressed her hand against her forehead as tears gathered in her eyes. "I promised Nathan I wouldn't mention divorce." "Then you must reveal your identity to prove you're not Suzanne," Sienna insisted.Suzanne shook her head in resignation. "I can't. I haven't found the mastermind behind this conspiracy and discovered my true identity. I can't expose myself." "What should we do then?" Sienna asked. Taking a deep breath and wiping away her tears, Suzanne made her decision. "I'm going to tell Nathan. He'll believe me, and he's the only one who can resolve this." "Is he home?" Suzanne felt helpless. "No, he's at the frontiers.""Call him back. And be cautious when you're out. You might be ambushed," Sienna advised.Suzanne responded, "Okay, I understand."After ending the call, Suzanne prepared to dial Nathan's number when Samuel called

As Nathan sat there bewildered, Suzanne reached out and took his hand. "Come with me," she said softly.Nathan followed her upstairs. He was pulled along the way by her. Once inside the bedroom, Suzanne locked the door and guided Nathan to the edge of the bed. "Have a seat." Suzanne's voice quivered nervously. Nathan complied, his gaze reflecting a hint of confusion as he looked at Suzanne. He noticed the flush on her cheeks, her once-clear eyes now tinged with shyness and hesitation, with a nervousness that hinted at mischief. With a gentle touch, she pressed her hands on Nathan's shoulders, gently pushing him down onto the bed. Leaning over him, Suzanne's breath was uneven as she whispered, "I don't know how to explain this to you. I secretly checked the DNA between me and Betty. I'm not her biological daughter. "You may have suspected that Suzanne is their adopted daughter. But I'm truly not Suzanne. The doctor confirmed I'm still a virgin." Suzanne's voice trailed off,

Suzanne ended the call once again. Almost immediately, her phone buzzed incessantly with incoming calls and messages. Despite the internet being scoured clean, those determined individuals had managed to leak her number. In less than ten minutes, a barrage of calls bombarded her, accompanied by an onslaught of messages. Suzanne's breath quickened, and her nerves were stretched thin. She hastily powered off her phone, her appetite for breakfast completely gone. She felt like she was teetering on the edge of madness, her hands cradling her head as she sank into deep thought. The weight of the situation threatened to overwhelm her, and she worried about the potential impact on Nathan. "Madam, are you all right?" the maid asked, concern etched on her face. Suzanne shook her head silently. "Don't worry, Madam, Mr. Morrison has everything under control," the maid reassured her. Suzanne fell silent for a moment before decisively grabbing her phone and striding upstairs. In