Not A Small-Town Girl

"Hello, Miss. I’m a staff member here. I’m bringing you some fruit plates and red wine."

"Come in," Danielle responded.

It wasn’t the staff who had just brought them in but a waitress coming in with a cart. She placed everything on the table one by one.

"Do I need to open the red wine now?" the waitress asked politely.

"Open it," said Danielle.

The waitress skillfully opened the red wine and poured two glasses for the two of them.

"If you need anything, you can ring the bell at any time. If there’s nothing else, I’ll go out," said the waitress.

job done, she

before her. She had not drunk wine for a long time. She assumed

back her desire and glanced at

red wine and was about to take a sip to

placed it aside. He had not forgotten how Danielle looked

drinking. I’m just sniffing to see if there’s anything wrong,"

warily, which reminded her of the last time she was

good. No one dares to poison in

words stopped Danielle from drinking. He reminded her, "How do you know so much about this place? I don’t think the casinos here are quite the same as the others. Do you know who the boss behind this

which required identity authentication, he must

very mysterious. I’ve never seen him. He owns many casinos of this scale. From this casino, you should know that he’s someone with security-consciousness. I suppose he has many enemies,"