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.

glanced away as she

parts from various places on her body, all miniature. Handing them

captivating

thick, round pen,

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

nodded. "Yes, it's a gun tailored for spies to infiltrate enemy territory. Its material is undetectable by any machine and it's compact

then tied her hair into a neat bun, using the pen-like gun

nervous. "What if it

lock despite its

return. His gaze was intense and fervent as it

fleeting moment, he released

own. She was destined to shine brightly in her own domain, creating wonders. Regardless of the nation that would reap the benefits,