Not A Small-Town Girl

Chapter 55

Danielle walked to the gate and immediately spotted Nathan waiting by the car.

"Mrs. Charrington, Mr. Charrington is still busy, so he asked me to pick you up," Nathan said respectfully.

It wasn’t just because Danielle was David’s fiancée that Nathan treated her with such deference. Her reputation as a master gunsmith, known simply as "Sphinx," was more than enough to earn his admiration. To him, she was his idol.

"Alright," Danielle replied with a nod.

The two set off in silence, the car gliding smoothly through the dimly lit streets toward the city’s outskirts. Danielle glanced out the window as the vehicle began ascending a secluded hillside road. She couldn’t help but ask, "Nathan, where exactly are we going for dinner?"

get there, Mrs.

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stationed every 300 feet. It was hard to imagine what kind of life the property’s owner led to require such

characters on a plaque: Nathor Palace. If she hadn’t figured out that this was David’s private residence, her various monikers would have been undeserved. But she had no idea why

we’ve arrived. You can head inside now." Nathan opened

darted out of the bushes. Its fur was as white as

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and savagery. Predators by nature, the wolves attacked in coordinated packs, employing brutal and precise methods. Their sharp teeth and stealthy ambush tactics made them

broke into a cold sweat. The tundra wolf was notoriously aggressive, obeying only David. Among the household staff,