Not A Small-Town Girl

The siblings of the Darling family fell silent for a moment. They did not want their sister to be in danger either.

Meanwhile, Danielle held the portrait given by the hitman and fell into a daze. Looking at this portrait that was poorly done, those who didn’t know better would think that an alien had come to Earth.

"Are you sure you drew a human?" she asked.

Looking at the drawing, the hitman forgot his fear for a moment and said sheepishly, "Yeah. This is our butler. I just told you that my drawing is kind of bad."

"You can’t say your drawing is kind of bad. It should be called an abstract piece that transcends the human species."

Letting a hitman draw was a serious miscalculation. Danielle crumpled the sketch and threw it onto the ground, feeling speechless. "You describe him, and I’ll draw," she said.

"That’ll do," the hitman said. "Our butler has thick blonde hair, and he has rather narrow-set eyes..."

Danielle listened to the hitman’s unreliable description and swiftly sketched. In no time, a portrait was completed.

said. "The portrait looks so much like him that it’s practically identical. I’m better at describing

proudly, completely forgetting where he

it be that I

you’re not going to be killed by the enemy. Rather, you’re going to die from

like it had been coated with

picked up her phone and took a photo of the

out. He’s the butler of

"Ding, ding, ding."

"Ding, ding, ding."

sound of the phone ringing echoed throughout the entire

expressionlessly, saying,

with their health. They’ve seen doctors, but nothing can be done. The examination report shows everything is normal and they’re