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

body, all miniature. Handing them over to Nathan, she swiftly assembled them with expert

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

The gun resembled a thick, round pen, with a small button on top, adorned

"I've never seen a gun like this

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

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

nervous. "What if it

has a safety lock despite its size."

warmly in return. His gaze was intense

moment, he released all hesitation from his

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