The Wrong Woman
Chapter 50

Suzanne felt somewhat uncomfortable hearing those words coming from Nathan. She retorted, “What ifI wasn’t Inkwell? What if I was

just a hobbyist who liked learning from others?”

Nathan set the DNA report down and said with a slightly teasing tone, “Then you have quite a numberof hobbies.”

He continued, “You’re able to mimic the work of great artists. You don’t like reading, yet you neverforget anything you read. You’re knowledgeable in science. It’s not even difficult for you to comprehendforeign literature.”

Suzanne’s heart thumped heavily in her chest. “So you’re still suspecting I might be a spy fromNightshade Clan?”

Nathan grew silent. He had always been a cautious man.

Suzanne’s identity was in stark contrast to her skills and demeanor. She moved with grace and showeda sturdiness that not many others

had.

This was either the result of training since young by her family or being trained vigorously later on inlife.

Suzanne thought about it for a moment before suggesting, “Why don’t. you put a wire on me and sendme to Nightshade Clan’s headquarters? That way, the truth will be revealed.”

Her idea was too naive, Nathan thought.

He smiled lightly and leaned in. “Do you know what kind of organization Nightshade is? Everyone whodoesn’t pass, their tests ends up dying.

“If you were one of them and you went back before completing a

mission, you’d die too. You’ll only die sooner if you’re not one of them.

Suzanne huffed, “Then lock me up and kill me. Better to kill the wrong person than let a potential spygo.”

Nathan frowned. He could feel a headache setting in.

“Why are you always so negative?” he asked gently.

Nathan was usually so stern and silent. Yet, he was speaking to her in such a gentle manner. Suzannewas dazed for a moment.

It was during that moment that a ray of lightning suddenly flashed in the sky, followed by a loud crack ofthunder.

The sudden piercing noise made Suzanne scream. She covered her ears and crouched down on thefloor. Cold sweat drenched her body

as she trembled.

Nathan wasn’t scared by the lightning, but he was shocked by

Suzanne’s sudden response.

Without hesitation, he crouched in front of her and covered her hands

with his over her ears.

“You’re scared of thunder?” Nathan asked quietly.

Suzanne was still shivering. She hadn’t heard him at all.

The sound of thunder continued on after the lightning, follow strong wind blowing in from the balcony.

The weather seemed to change so unexpectedly.

Raindrops scattered on the balcony along with the wind.

Nathan saw how a thunderstorm was raging outside and went to close all the windows right away.

When the sound of thunder stopped, Suzanne shakily got up to go to

the bedside table.

“W-Where’s my earphones? W-Where are they?” she asked, her voice trembling.

Nathan saw how frantic she was and wanted to help her. Yet when he neared Suzanne, lightning struckagain.

The noise was so loud it felt like a crater had split open on the surface of the Earth.

All the lights in the room went out in an instant, making the place pitch black.

“Ahh!” Suzanne screamed in fright, covering her ears.

When she turned, she bumped right into a sturdy, warm body.

Suzanne reacted as if she’d bumped into a piece of driftwood while struggling in the ocean. She usedall her might to cling onto Nathan’s waist.