The wrong Woman novel by Ginny Not Genie novel Chapter 434

"If you refuse to eat, I'll treat you like livestock and force-feed you using a funnel. If you refuse to sleep, I'll give you sleeping pills. Regardless, I'll keep a close eye on you and prevent any suicide attempts. You're my cash cow for life," Sienna declared.

Her words angered everyone in the car.

"Wanda, fire her!" Daniel yelled with frustration.

This marked the first instance he had addressed Mila by her name since his injury. Mila spun around eagerly, tears already welling in her eyes. Even though she disagreed with Sienna's approaches, they appeared to be effective.

"Dan, I can't fire her. If you're unhappy with her, figure out a way to handle it yourself," Mila said with a hint of happiness.

Daniel took a deep breath and stopped struggling. He slumped down and fell silent. Sienna slowly got off him and returned to her seat. She glanced at him before calming herself and quietly catching her breath. The fierceness she had displayed was all an act. Her hands trembled incessantly.

As their car pulled up to Hoffis Manor, the iron gate swung open, granting them entry. Mila couldn't shake the feeling of unease when she noticed the unfamiliar guard at the gate. Slowly, the vehicle made its way along the garden path until it stopped before the villa.

"Mila, we're here. Something feels off about home," Phoebe remarked, voicing what Mila had already sensed.

Mila swiftly stepped out of the car and glanced toward the gate. The security guard stood with hands on hips while glaring at them with an air of arrogance and menace.

Shifting her gaze toward the villa, Mila found two imposing, burly men guarding the entrance. Their hands rested on their waists, suggesting there might be handguns beneath their clothes.

"Who are they?" Simon asked nervously after getting out of the car.

Mila remained on high alert. She shook her head in response.

Right then, a familiar silhouette emerged from the entrance. Phoebe quickly moved to protect Mila by standing in front of her.

"Oliver?" Mila said in astonishment.

Oliver seemed composed, but darkness was lurking in his eyes, and his smile carried an ominous undertone that sent a chill down Mila's spine.

"Wanda, it's been a while," Oliver greeted.