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.

her privacy, Nathan glanced away as she adjusted

gun parts from various places on her body, all miniature. Handing them over to Nathan, she

awe, his gaze shifting to her beautiful face, her focused expression captivating him. Like the most

placed the gun before Nathan. The gun resembled a thick, round pen, with a

gun like

for spies to infiltrate enemy territory. Its material

the weapon to Nathan, she then tied her hair into a neat bun,

nervous. "What if it accidentally

safety lock despite its size." Mila assured

in return. His gaze was intense and fervent

released all hesitation from his

caliber didn't belong to any person or nation; she was solely her own. She was destined to shine brightly in her own