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.

Janice’s muffled protests grew louder

out a chair and sitting

and ripped the tape from their mouths with a

want with

at Nathan. Her lips were in pain from where she

You should be praying for a little more time before you

at Nathan’s words. She recognized him—Nathan, the right-hand man

the wall of torture instruments, and a sense of foreboding grew within her. ’Are they planning to

In the face of such raw brutality, she crumbled under the

to Danielle. It was a momentary lapse in judgment—I didn’t mean what I said," Janice begged. "I’ll make it up to her. Whatever

pay Mrs. Charrington with the measly wealth of the Marker family?

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

that Nathan was insulting her. She clenched her fists, trembling with suppressed

Marker, it seems like you’re still clueless about your predicament," Nathan drawled while lighting a