The Wrong Woman

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Chapter 375

Mila delicately withdrew the thick hairpin from her hair, and in an instant, her silky hair tumbled down in a mesmerizing cascade, shimmering like a celestial being, her beauty spellbinding.

Nathan was captivated by her sudden movement. His attention was solely on her allure, oblivious to the presence of the gun.

Seeing his fascination, Mila flicked the hairpin in her hand. “Nate, this is it.

Puzzled, Nathan inspected it. “It appears to be a simple ivory hairpin, with a slightly thicker stem, and it’s hollow.”

Mila offered a faint smile, crouching to pluck a handful of translucent beads from her shoe.

Placing them in Nathan’s palm, she whispered, “Bulletproof steel beads harder than diamonds, crafted by my own hands.”

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Nathan examined the beads, increasingly impressed by Mila’s resourcefulness.

Turning away discreetly, Mila discreetly retrieved a tiny spring from within her bra.

Respecting her privacy, Nathan glanced away as she adjusted her attire.

In no time, she retrieved concealed gun parts from various places on her body, all miniature. Handing them over to Nathan, she swiftly assembled them with expert precision.

Nathan watched in awe, his gaze shifting to her beautiful face, her focused expression captivating him. Like the most dazzling star in the universe, she seemed unattainable yet alluring.

Upon completion, Mila placed the gun before Nathan. The gun resembled a thick, round pen, with a small button on top, adorned with a tassel.

Nathan whispered, “I’ve never seen a gun like this before. Did you design it?”

Mila nodded. “Yes, it’s a gun tailored for spies to infiltrate enemy territory. Its material is undetectable by any machine and it’s compact and lightweight, perfect for concealment.”

Handing the weapon to Nathan, she then tied her hair into a neat bun, using the pen–like gun as a hairpin.

Nathan was nervous. “What if it accidentally fires?”

“It won’t. It has a safety lock despite its size.” Mila assured him.

Nathan smiled warmly in return. His gaze was intense and fervent as it locked onto her.

In that fleeting moment, he released all hesitation from his heart.

A woman of her caliber didn’t belong to any person or nation; she was solely her own. She was destined to shine brightly in her own domain, creating wonders. Regardless of the nation that would reap

the benefits, she deserved more.

Mila took Nathan’s hand, whispering, “Nate, tomorrow I plan to eliminate Sila, and then take

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Murray hostage.”

Nathan’s curiosity piqued. “Why take the risk of targeting Sila first?”

Mila gestured toward the hairpin–like gun, and countered as she leaned into Nathan, “If I aimed this at you, would you believe it’s a gun?”

“To give them a warning. I got it,” Nathan responded. His Adam’s apple moved as he gently pushed Mila away.

He wondered what was she up to today, for consistently leaning on him, whether intentionally or not. Their physical closeness unsettled his thoughts, hindering his focus on the impending task.

Mila sensed Nathan’s evasion.

She regarded him suspiciously, a frown creasing her brow as she questioned, “Nate, didn’t you used to say you likeda lot?”

Nathan was taken aback, a hint of bewilderment in his eyes as he stared intensely at her.

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