The Wrong Woman

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."

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

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

away as

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

watched in awe, his gaze shifting to her beautiful face, her focused expression captivating him. Like the most dazzling star in the universe,

The gun resembled a thick, round pen, with a small

"I've never seen a gun like this before.

infiltrate enemy territory. Its material is undetectable by any machine

to Nathan, she then tied her hair into a neat bun, using the pen-like gun as a

"What if it accidentally

a safety lock despite its size." Mila assured

return. His gaze was intense and fervent as it locked onto

released all hesitation from his

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