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.

teeth, cut off her tongue, and gouge her

from the basement echoed

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Cheryl stood before a floor-to-ceiling

ago," Quentin reported. "She was raised in Bane Springs and only recently reunited with

founder of Grace Group, the designer known as Isla, and the artist who goes

performed surgery on Mr. Logan Charrington. A short while ago, she accompanied Mr. Charrington to Mithland to visit his grandmother. It seems Danielle was instrumental in her recovery

the night. "How could someone who

the Darling family is back, Audrey must be in a precarious position. That fool had always dreamed of marrying David.

Quentin’s gaze lingered on Cheryl, his

wine glass on the table and lay

her, his hands working gently over her shoulders, his

the idea." Cheryl shut her eyes and relaxed into the

to Cheryl treating him this way. He remained stoic and

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