Not A Small-Town Girl

"It was one of our own doctors. He drugged the others and made off with the antidote," Nathan reported.

David’s gaze remained fixed on his phone. Nathan, who accidentally glanced at the screen, saw a picture of Danielle sleeping as David’s wallpaper.

Nathan thought to himself, ’The boss looks like a lovesick puppy. Must be missing Miss Darling. Looks like I need to get on Miss Darling’s good side...

David’s voice broke through his thoughts. "Does she look good?"

Nathan jumped. "Miss Darling is stunning-she’s the definition of beauty. You two are perfect together, like a match made in heaven."

David smirked, clearly amused. "You’re right."

Nathan nervously patted his chest, thinking, ’Seems like I hit the sweet spot-flattered him just enough. Or maybe I just described her accurately. Miss Darling really is someone worth staying on good terms with...

punishment we’ve got,"

punishment? That doctor is probably

room like a bolt of lightning, eager to avoid any further wrath from David. After all, David’s methods were ruthless, and Nathan had no interest

whether to call Danielle. He hesitated, not wanting to interrupt her. ’It’s only been a few hours since I last spoke

the club and felt an instant, fateful connection. Learning they were engaged thrilled him more than closing a billion- dollar

at her father’s office

expression immediately softened into a smile when he saw his daughter. "Sweetheart, what are

brought you lunch, Dad. Your favorite dishes! You always forget to eat when you’re busy,"

and chuckled. "Alright,

just here to bring you lunch," Lydia

eat." Garrett took the lunchbox

speak up while her father was distracted by the food. Garrett’s expression immediately turned serious. "No. The border is too dangerous. You’re a military doctor, not a