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.

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.

Nathan and

gripped by fear, pleaded,

disarmed Murray and passed the weapon

gun, wiping away her tears, and trained it

Manning,” a nearby gunman demanded,

box containing the Azurium

as a meat shield if anyone dares to

his lips

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

anxiety as he asked, “How

Mila asked softly, “Are you familiar with

for years, investigating extensively. Of course, we’re familiar with

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

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guesses?”

ashen, and his throat constricted as he

response. Then, she glanced at the others in the room. “Arrange for a speedboat