The Wrong Woman

Chapter 377

“Thank goodness you didn’t open it,” Mila said calmly. “This thing reacts even with oxygen. If you had opened it, this place would have been leveled in an instant.”

“Sounds rather mystical,” Murray commented, his curiosity piqued as he examined the box. 48 bottles of hydronium was a very small object, transparent, resembling liquid jelly.

“It must be handled in a specific environment.” Mila reminded, “Do you know about the explosion at the border of Norvania? It left behind a massive crater and contaminated the entire province with toxic purple gas.”

Murray’s expression darkened as he looked at Lucas and Oliver.

Lucas nodded, confirming the truth of her statement.

Mila cast a disdainful glance at Lucas. He was repulsive to her now. She used to perceive him as a decent person and had treated him kindly.

Mila discreetly checked Nathan’s expression. He seemed composed, showing no discernible change. She wondered if he harbored any inclination to harm Lucas at this moment.

At that moment, Silas on the bed sat up, cross–legged, his gaze intense as he fixed it on Mila. ” Who are you exactly?”

“I’m Chubs Hoffis.” Mila gestured toward Oliver. “His niece, although we’re not related by blood.”

Silas smirked, uttering casually, “You’re Mila.”

Everyone in the room stared at her in disbelief, their eyes widening with shock, a blend of apprehension and confusion evident.

Nathan leaned down to whisper to Mila, “Why are they reacting like this? What did he say?” Mila leaned against Nathan’s shoulder, whispering, “He’s figured out my identity.”

Nathan wasn’t surprised. With the hydronium now exposed, her identity was inevitably revealed. Contents belong to NovelDrama.Org

Oliver took a couple of steps forward, staring at Mila incredulously. “You’re truly Mila?” Mila shot him a disdainful glance, her lips sealed in silence.

Murray’s laughter echoed, rich with amusement. “Ah, here comes Mila, strolling right into our trap as if it were a mere stroll in the park.”

Mila countered sharply, “What’s so amusing? My answer is final. No one can coerce me into doing something against my will.”

Murray drew his gun, inspecting it meticulously, his words dripping with implication. “Once we have you in our grasp/your consent becomes irrelevant. Refusal means consequences. I’ll end him.”

As Murray aimed the gun at Nathan, Mila’s heart raced with anxiety, but she couldn’t afford to show weakness.

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Maintaining a facade of indifference, she remarked, “To kill or not to kill, it’s your choice. If you want my cooperation, you’ll need to hand over my parents.”

Silas turned to Murray. “Who are her parents?”

Murray hesitated briefly, then glanced at Oliver. “Where are her parents?”

Oliver furrowed his brow, his expression growing solemn as he met Murray’s gaze. They had targeted Mila’s family to facilitate Suzanne’s infiltration into Nathan’s circle, where she posed as Sally.

Murray approached Oliver slowly, prodding his shoulder with the gun. “I’m asking you, where are her parents?”

Oliver’s voice was barely a whisper. “Dead.”

Mila was shaken, her gaze piercing Oliver as she cried out, “You’re lying! Their graves are empty!”

“They’re empty because they were dumped into the sea after serving their purpose.”

Mila’s vision blurred, her legs weakening, tears streaming down her cheeks. Nathan enveloped her in his embrace, holding her tightly.

Mila sought solace in Nathan’s arms, crying out in her native tongue, “You’re lying. My parents aren’t dead, they’re not dead!”