The Wrong Woman

“Our plan was simple. We wanted to conduct research on this chemical and develop the greatest bio- weapon in the whole world, gaining global acknowledgment, that’s all,” Alan said.

“But we never imagined that this thing would be worth five billion. dollars per bottle, desired by virtually every country. It has turned into our death warrant.”

He continued, “George lost his life because of this. Similarly, I almost got killed by bandits yesterday. I don’t want it anymore; you can take it.”

While listening to Alan’s words, Nathan fell into deep thought. He still. couldn’t believe that the person known as “Winkler” turned out to be a young girl.

Cole, on the other hand, was busy listening and recording Alan’s statements. After Alan was done speaking, Cole continued his barrage of questions.

“Where is Mila from?”

“Sunterland.”

“How old is she?”

“I’m not sure. But I heard from George that she developed the fi batch of hydronium when she was only 19, and the chemical is named after her.”

“Does she have family?”

“I don’t know. With such high-level secrecy, it’s likely that even Mila’s family is unaware of what she does or where she works.”

“Besides her assistant George, who else has seen her? Are there any photos of her?”

Alan chuckled. “Photos? Forget about it. George was just an assistant, yet all his personal information was thoroughly erased.

You can imagine what happened to Mila’s information.”

Cole asked again, “Where is she now?”

Alan hesitated, nervously looking at Cole. This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

Nathan noticed the change in his demeanor and leaned in, questioning sternly, “Do you know where she is?”

Alan sighed. With a melancholic tone, he responded, “Genius researchers like her are extremely rare. Sunterland keeps her identity

and information top secret.

“Due to George’s intense jealousy, he leaked Mila’s information and told the world about the existence of hydronium. Everyone started to covet the chemical and desired such a genius chemist for their own

benefit.

“Three years ago, Sunterland sent people to move Mila’s labo During that time, an unknown accident occurred and she was The remaining 48 bottles of hydronium went missing.”

Learning about Mila’s death, Nathan felt a peculiar ache in his His expression turned grim.

The person he had been diligently searching for so many years

dead.

A young talent gone, just like that. For a moment, he couldn’t acc this news and became increasingly despondent.

Cole was equally caught off guard. “How do you know that Mila dead?”

Alan explained, “A prominent figure like Mila is considered a national treasure. She was highly valued by Sunterland. To ensure her safety, they got her permission to implant a microchip in her body. The tiny device was able to monitor her vital signs, and it had a tracking.

function.

“When the incident happened three years ago-after Mila was

attacked, the search team tracked her to the central Maldiac Ocean, where she had reportedly drowned. At that time, the microchip detected no signs of life.”

Alan took off his glasses, wiping the thick lenses with the corner of

his shirt.

He continued regretfully, “She must have been assassinated and thrown into the depths of the Maldiac Ocean. The more capable you are, the greater danger your life is in. The world is just that ugly!”

Nathan picked up the black glass bottle and gently spun it with his fingers. His intense gaze fixated on the colorless, odorless, and

formless element.

After a moment, he spoke sullenly, “Have you researched it?”

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