The Wrong Woman -
Chapter 313
All the scientists were left dumbfounded. With Mila and the team of experts‘ relentless effort, anenvironmental problem that would have taken over a month to rectify was resolved completely withinfive days.
Representatives from Norvania and several international reporters flocked to the military base. Yet,only a single spokesperson was sent by the base to manage the media frenzy.
Both the mechanical and chemical science research divisions hailed Mila as their undisputed icon.Every time she stepped into the cafeteria, Mila found herself encircled by a swarm of people. A delugeof questions bombarded her.
Save for details concerning her identity and past, Mila addressed every inquiry with unwaveringtransparency. As a result, increasingly specialized scientists realized that this outwardly gentle anddemure woman was anything but ordinary.
Despite her youth, her vast knowledge and formidable expertise rivaled seasoned professors.
Cole burst into the confines of Nathan’s office, his demeanor urgent. “General Morrison.”
Nathan reclined in his chair, eyes shut in exhaustion. “What is it?”
Cole persisted, “General Morrison, Wanda is a Sunteri. She’s a chemistry major at the SunterlandNational Defense University. But aside from that, her background remains a
mystery.”
Nathan offered a weary hum in response, visibly drained from days of relentless toil.
“General Morrison, all the chemistry professors now vouch for her extraordinary abilities and considerher a rare gem. They earnestly implore you to retain her at the military base.”
Nathan frowned. “She divorced me without taking a penny. Her grandfather is the wealthiest man inNorvania, yet she refuses to acknowledge him or inherit his fortune. How can I possibly retain someoneso indifferent to wealth?”
After a brief pause, Cole interjected, “General Morrison, there’s one more thing.”
“What is it?”
Cole continued, “The engineers from the Armaments Division report that Ms. York effortlessly decipherstheir blueprints. She even identified flaws in an automatic handwheel and proposed improvements.
“The resulting products, refined based on her suggestions, have surpassed all standards, boastingexceptional precision.”
Phoebe quickly followed suit.
Growing increasingly uneasy, Fenna turned to consult the experts present. “Are there truly. only threecountries with access to this technology and these machines?”
The specialist responded with a solemn nod. “Yes. Azurium is widely used, but it’s extremelyexpensive. Norvania has been trying for a decade to manufacture these machines, let alone unravelthe refining process of Azurlum.
“To think they could achieve it in a day is nothing short of a pipe dream, a fool’s errand.”
“Exactly, this isn’t child’s play.”
Over the next 24 hours, the Armaments Division worked tirelessly to manufacture the machines, withraw materials flooding in from all directions even before the machines were completed.
To the onlookers, it appeared a venture of unfathomable odds.
Everyone advised Nathan against wasting time and money on such a ludicrous endeavor. This. mattereven caught Donald’s attention, prompting him to call multiple times to intervene.
Amidst the disaster relief efforts, Nathan unwaveringly placed his trust in Mila, allocating substantialmanpower and assets to manufacture these machines, even spending a considerable amount ofmoney to procure raw materials.
To outsiders, Nathan’s resolve seemed nonsensical and incredulous.
He bore the brunt of it alone, solely because he believed that even if Mila harbored no affection for him,she would never purposefully inflict harm.
12 hours later, the machines were successfully debugged, and the raw materials were put intooperation. After two hours of refining, impurity–laden Azurium was produced.
Mila, accompanied by Joe and Alan, along with other specialized teams, targeted the refining processto increase its purity. Then, Mila alone produced 100 pounds of Glacial Elixir.
When the Azurium was finally produced, everyone was left dumbfounded, shocked as if witnessing amiracle unfold before their eyes.
On the third day, helicopters soared into the sky, carrying the Glacial Elixir. As it sprayed, the purpleparticles in the air were instantly purified.
+15 BONNIE
All the scientists were left dumbfounded. With Mila and the team of experts‘ relentless effort, anenvironmental problem that would have taken over a month to rectify was resolved completely withinfive days.
Representatives from Norvania and several international reporters flocked to the military base. Yet,only a single spokesperson was sent by the base to manage the media frenzy.
Both the mechanical and chemical science research divisions hailed Mila as their undisputed icon.Every time she stepped into the cafeteria, Mila found herself encircled by a swarm of people. A delugeof questions bombarded her.
Save for details concerning her identity and past, Mila addressed every inquiry with unwaveringtransparency. As a result, increasingly specialized scientists realized that this outwardly gentle anddemure woman was anything but ordinary.
Despite her youth, her vast knowledge and formidable expertise rivaled seasoned professors.
Cole burst into the confines of Nathan’s office, his demeanor urgent. “General Morrison.” Nathanreclined in his chair, eyes shut in exhaustion. “What is it?”
Cole persisted, “General Morrison, Wanda is a Sunteri. She’s a chemistry major at the SunterlandNational Defense University. But aside from that, her background remains a mystery.”
Nathan offered a weary hum in response, visibly drained from days of relentless toil.
“General Morrison, all the chemistry professors now vouch for her extraordinary abilities and considerher a rare gem. They earnestly implore you to retain her at the military base.”
Nathan frowned. “She divorced me without taking a penny. Her grandfather is the wealthiest man inNorvania, yet she refuses to acknowledge him or inherit his fortune. How can I possibly retain someoneso indifferent to wealth?”
After a brief pause, Cole interjected, “General Morrison, there’s one more thing.”
“What is it?”
Cole continued, “The engineers from the Armaments Division report that Ms. York effortlessly decipherstheir blueprints. She even identified flaws in an automatic handwheel. and proposed improvements.
“The resulting products, refined based on her suggestions, have surpassed all standards, boastingexceptional precision.”
Nathan’s eyes snapped open. His expression was tinged with weariness and bewildered intensity.
Equally taken aback, Cole whispered, “General Morrison, I’m starting to worry. She doesn’t seem to beSuzanne York or Wanda Hoffis. She’s far more formidable than we imagined.”
Nathan grabbed his phone and rose from his desk. “Where is she?”
“She’s packing her bags. She’s likely to leave today,” Cole replied, trailing behind him.
As they walked, Nathan instructed, “Have the guards stop her. Don’t let her leave yet.” “Understood.”Cole dialed a number on his phone.
Inside the dormitory building, Phoebe was packing her belongings while Mila sat on a nearby couch,munching on an apple while perusing the blueprints.
After looking at the blueprints, she chuckled, “This handgun performs well in all aspects, but it’s trulyhideous.”
Phoebe zipped up her suitcase. “Mila, enough is enough. You’ve already helped them a lot. Don’tforget, you’ve signed a 15–year contract. Your skills and expertise all belong to Sunterland.”
Mila nodded. “I know.”
“What about the report on the Azurium machine and production technology? Have you thought abouthow to submit it?” Phoebe inquired.
Mila shrugged. “Just handle it however you want. Whatever punishment they mete out, I’ll accept it.”
Phoebe sighed. “You really are arrogant. You know Sunterland treasures talent and won’t easily let yougo. Yet, you behave so recklessly.”
Mila smirked, retorting, “Do you think they’ll terminate my contract early?”
Phoebe scoffed, “Stop dreaming. When the 15–year term ends, the country will try its best torenegotiate a lifelong contract with you. They won’t risk losing such a vital scientist like you.” “Talentsabound in this huge world. I’m just one among many. There’s nothing irreplaceable about me,” Milamumbled as she took a bite of her apple.
Meanwhile, standing at the doorway were Nathan and Cole. Nathan’s hand hovered, frozen in shock,unable to knock
If you replace any errors (non-standard content, ads redirect, broken links, etc..), Please let us know so we can fix it as soon as possible.
Report