Not A Small-Town Girl

Chapter 179-1

In the dimly lit basement, two wealthy women sat bound to chairs, their designer gowns rumpled and smeared, and their mouths sealed with strips of tape.

Surrounded by walls that shut out the light, the room was cast in a feeble glow that hardly dispelled the darkness. A glaring spotlight illuminated a wall lined with chilling instruments of torture, their sharp, cold edges sending shivers down one’s spine.

The ground beneath them was marked with traces of blood, barely dried, and the air was thick with a metallic stench.

Fiona and Janice, dragged into this chamber of horrors, slowly regained consciousness. As their bleary eyes adjusted, they took in the scene, and dread clawed at their throats. The rumors were true—David was a demon who would kill without a second thought.

’We’re such fools to have crossed such a monster! Are we going to die here?’ Fiona thought in despair. She shuddered at the wall of instruments—each capable of torment beyond imagination.

The two women squirmed against their restraints, their whimpers muffled by the tape on their mouths.

Just then, the basement door creaked open. Nathan entered, flanked by a group of mercenaries.

protests grew louder as they glared

tape," Nathan ordered, pulling out

and ripped the tape

do you want with us?"

glared at Nathan. Her lips were in pain from

pointless questions. You should be praying for a little more time before you meet your end,’

prickled at Nathan’s words. She recognized him—Nathan, the right-hand man of David, a key figure in the Charrington

a sense of foreboding grew within

shielded from violence. In the face of such raw brutality, she crumbled under the weight

momentary lapse in judgment—I didn’t mean what I said," Janice begged. "I’ll make it up to her. Whatever the amount, I’ll pay.

Janice’s plea, Nathan thought with disdain, ’She wants to pay Mrs. Charrington with the measly wealth of the Marker

"This is the first time I’ve heard someone try to bribe Mr. Charrington. Your family’s wealth can’t even cover the staff wages at Nathor Palace. Do you think climbing into the Locke

could tell that Nathan was insulting her. She clenched her fists, trembling with suppressed rage, but she could only endure the

you’re still clueless about your predicament," Nathan drawled while lighting a