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 Mila’s 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. Contents belong to NovelDrama.Org

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.

As Murray grasped the gravity of the situation, he moved to raise his gun, only to find Nathan aiming the hairpin squarely at his forehead.

All eyes turned to Nathan and Mila, guns at the ready.

Murray, gripped by fear, pleaded, “Please, don’t kill me.

Nathan swiftly disarmed Murray and passed the weapon to Mila.

Mila accepted the gun, wiping away her tears, and trained it on the opposite side of Murray’s forehead.

“Release Mr. Manning,” a nearby gunman demanded, “or we’ll end both of you.”

Mila 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 raised his hands, a smirk playing on his lips as he eyed the device in Nathan’s hand.

He had never encountered such a formidable weapon–compact yet potent, concealed within Mila’s hair like a simple hairpin. No one could have guessed its lethal capability, a gun cloaked in silent death.

Murray’s voice trembled with anxiety as he asked, “How did you manage to get it in?”

Approaching Murray, Mila asked softly, “Are you familiar with Mila?”

“We’ve been hunting her for years, investigating extensively. Of course, we’re familiar with her,” Murray replied./

Mila chuckled softly. “Aside from her work as a chemist, she has another identity. Any

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guesses?”

Murray’s complexion turned ashen, and his throat constricted as he replied slowly, “Yes, a system engineer.”

Mila hummed in response. Then, she glanced at the others in the room. “Arrange for a speedboat for us if you want him alive.”

Murray barked, “Move, what are you waiting for?”

His subordinates hurried away to prepare the boat.

Murray glanced at Silas, who was lying on the bed. He lay there, eyes wide open in death. Technically, he didn’t even know he had been shot, yet he was already dead.

“Why kill him instead of holding him hostage, and why risk holding me?” Murray asked, bewildered.

Mila explained calmly, “If we hold him hostage, your men will kill us all, including him. If we hold you, his men will kill us all, including you.

“You both refuse to compromise for each other. With him dead, you become the leader. Holding you hostage is the best choice.”

Mila smiled faintly, examining the gun in her hand, and added, “By the way, let me demonstrate the power of this small gun I designed.”

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