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.

Nathan glanced away

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

face, her focused expression captivating

a thick, round pen, with a small

a gun like this before. Did you

for spies to infiltrate enemy territory. Its material is

Nathan, she then tied her hair into a neat bun,

nervous. "What if

has a safety lock

in return. His gaze was intense and fervent as

he released

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