The Wrong Woman

Chapter 378

Nathan couldn't bear to witness Mila's anguish. He enveloped her in a tight embrace, murmuring soothing words into her ear, “Chubs, gather your strength.”

Mila clung to Nathan's chest, her sobs heavy with grief. “Nate, that monster took my parents from me."

Nathan leaned in close, his voice a gentle whisper in her ear. “Stay strong. You must seek justice for them.”

Mila nodded through her tears in determination. “Fine.”

“Are you ready?” Nathan delicately cradled the back of Milas head, drawing her close to his chest, their closeness puzzling onlookers.

Once more, Milanodded. In a swift motion, Nathan plucked the hairpin from Mila’s hair and aimed a shot at Silas, who was lying on the bed.

The muffled sound of the gunshot barely registered. Before anyone could comprehend the events unfolding, a crimson dot appeared on the forehead of the elderly man on the bed.

Silas froze, his eyes wide open, his body rigid and unresponsive.

his gun, only to find Nathan aiming the hairpin squarely at

and

by fear, pleaded,

disarmed Murray and passed the weapon

and trained it on the opposite

a nearby gunman demanded, “or we'll end both

approached calmly, retrieving the box containing the Azurium and tucking it into her pocket. Addressing the others, she warned, “I'll use him as a meat shield if anyone dares to shoot.” Murray

had never encountered such a formidable weapon-compact yet potent, concealed within Milas hair like a simple hairpin. No one could

trembled with anxiety as he asked, “How did you manage to get it in?" Approaching Murray, Mila asked softly,

been hunting her for years, investigating extensively.

“Aside from her work as a chemist, she has another identity.

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guesses?”