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.

privacy, Nathan glanced away as she

her body, all miniature.

her focused expression captivating him. Like

The gun resembled a thick, round pen, with

whispered, "I've never seen a gun like this before. Did you design

tailored for spies to infiltrate enemy territory. Its material is undetectable by any

then tied her hair into a neat bun, using the

was nervous. "What

won't. It has a safety lock despite

His gaze was intense and fervent as it

moment, he released

was destined to shine