Not A Small-Town Girl

Chapter 180-1

Fiona’s body curled up as she trembled uncontrollably.

"Break every bone in her body," Nathan ordered, his voice devoid of emotion.

Gripping an iron rod, the mercenary dragged it along the concrete floor. The screech of metal against stone sent shivers down one’s spine. He approached Fiona and swung the rod down hard on her leg.

The basement echoed with a piercing, agonizing scream. Fiona’s body convulsed in pain as her vision blurred, teetering on the edge of unconsciousness.

But she gritted her teeth, knowing all too well what would happen if she let herself slip away—she would be doused with freezing water to snap her back to reality.

The blows continued until the mercenary had shattered every bone in her body before Fiona finally passed out.

"Wake her up," Nathan commanded.

A bucket of ice-cold water poured over Fiona. Her body spasmed uncontrollably, and never before had death seemed so tempting.

off her tongue, and gouge her eyes," Nathan instructed, smoothing his suit before turning

the haunting wails from the basement echoed behind him, and the

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a floor-to-ceiling

missing eighteen years ago," Quentin reported. "She was raised in Bane

anyone. She’s the founder of Grace Group, the designer known as Isla, and the artist who goes by Chimera. She’s also an honorary professor

heard she personally performed surgery on Mr. Logan Charrington. A short while ago, she accompanied Mr. Charrington to Mithland to

face darkened as she stared into the night. "How could someone who grew up in a poor village achieve

Darling family is back, Audrey must be in a precarious position. That fool had always dreamed of marrying David. Well, she might prove useful

Ms. Locke." Quentin’s gaze lingered on Cheryl, his eyes brimming with

her wine glass on the table and lay prone on the sofa. "Give me a massage,"

hands working gently over her shoulders, his

her eyes and relaxed

to Cheryl treating him this way. He

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