The Wrong Woman

At the frontiers was the Norvanian military headquarters.

The convoy gradually entered the heavily fortified weapons production base, stopping in front of a luxurious skyscraper.

Suzanne had not been here before. After getting out of the vehicle, she followed Nathan into the building, taking the elevator directly to the top floor.

In the spacious conference room, dozens of individuals in various uniforms stood in a line and bowed as they greeted Nathan, “General

Morrison.”

Suzanne was surprised to see that among these men and women, some were in white lab coats, some in military combat uniforms, and others in technical research attire. Additionally, many of the rest wore

uniforms she couldn’t recognize.

Presumably, leaders from all the military departments were present.

Nathan, with his usual stern and cold demeanor, took his seat at t

head of the table.

Lucas ushered Suzanne to the lounge next to the conference roo and served her coffee. “Madam, General Morrison has an urgent meeting. Please rest here for a while.”

Suzanne nodded. “Alright.”

After Lucas left, Suzanne idly looked at her phone for some time.

But on second thought, she wondered why she was waiting here for Nathan. There was no point in doing so.

Therefore, while feeling hungry, Suzanne left the building. The

lingering sunset cast a somber hue over the surroundings.

As Suzanne felt somewhat weary and increasingly hungry, she began to wander around.

However, despite having been here once before, she got lost in the camp which was as large as a small town.

Unknowingly, Suzanne arrived at a small park with a basketball court. As she walked further, an uneasy feeling crept over her. The spring breeze carried a chilly sensation.

Suzanne took out her phone and searched for Nathan’s contact. However, considering that he was attending an important meeting, she dismissed the idea of giving him a call.

Just then, a strange rustling sound startled her. Suzanne turned around nervously. The sky had darkened by now, and she couldn’t make out anything in the dim surroundings except for the dense trees.

Sensing something amiss, she stopped moving forward and started to retrace her steps instead.

Suddenly, a shadow emerged from behind a large tree and lunged at

her.

Suzanne screamed in terror. She could barely see the assailant before she was forcefully pushed to the ground.

The assailant held her down and aimed a sharp dagger at her ches

“Help me!” Suzanne screamed for help, desperately struggling out of the assailant’s hold. When the dagger was about to stab her, she instinctively used her hands to stop it.

As she gripped the blade, it dug into her palms painfully.

However, the assailant was stronger, forcefully pressing down. Suzanne’s body shifted, and the dagger pierced into her chest.

Just as the assailant raised the dagger for another strike, a yell erupted, “Stop!”

Lucas sprinted over from a hundred yards away. The assailant looked up at the newcomer and swiftly retreated into the dense bushes.

Lying on the ground, Suzanne breathed heavily while tears blurred her vision. She stared up into the night sky, trembling with fear.

The throbbing pain in her palms and chest reminded her that she was still alive. Yet, having survived the attack, it felt as though her soul had left her body. The familiar fear of dying haunted her.

Lucas rushed over, lifting Suzanne and hurrying to the medical room. Anxious, his voice trembled as he blurted, “Madam, everything will be fine. Hold on, you must hold on.”

Suzanne slowly closed her eyes, feeling deeply moved. She silently thanked Lucas for saving her life.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

In the field hospital, Suzanne received medical attention to stop the bleeding. After calming down from the incident, she lay on the bed, recalling the moments of the assailant’s attack.

At this moment, hurried and heavy footsteps echoed from the corridor. Following that, the door was slammed open.

Startled, Suzanne looked up to see Nathan rushing to her bedside. breathlessly.