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...

we’ve got," David said, his

That doctor is probably wishing

of lightning, eager to avoid any further wrath from David. After all, David’s methods were ruthless, and Nathan had no interest in being the next

Nathan was gone, David stared at his phone again, debating whether to call Danielle. He hesitated, not wanting to interrupt her. ’It’s only been

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

arrived at her father’s office with a lunchbox. She

into a smile when he

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

and chuckled. "Alright, spill it.

bring you lunch,"

then let’s eat." Garrett took the lunchbox

border for a mission. I want to go too." Lydia decided to speak up while her father was distracted by the food. Garrett’s expression immediately turned serious. "No.