Sienna settled into her car seat, a peculiar uneasiness washing over her. It wasn''t overpowering, but rather a persistent difort, 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 intoughter. "Are you kidding? If I had such a status, I''d definitely choose a partner from a simr 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 keptnding 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 augh from the front seat while the fight escted 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.


    M had been chatting with Phoebe


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


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


    Micha, 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 hisrades.


    Later, in the lounge, M found Nathan''srades. When she asked about Nathan, they exined that he got drunk and was escorted back by his assistant.


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


    Hurriedly, M 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."


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


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


    "Hisrades said it was his assistant."


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


    "No, I''ve already checked," M


    replied as her hands shook. If


    Nathan were intoxicated, he


    wouldn''t be able to defend himself. It


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    could be dangerous if he came across enemies.


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