Not A Small-Town Girl

Chapter 182-1

"Dad, Mom, could you talk to David and have him release Fiona? If you ask, he’ll definitely agree." Geoffrey steeled himself and spoke under sharp glares from his parents.

"There’s nothing we can do about this. You should go to Nathor Palace and plead with him," Logan replied firmly.

Polly’s face darkened. ’These two old fools. Not only have they always been biased toward David, but now they’re unwilling to lift a finger for such a small favor,’ she thought indignantly.

Nevertheless, Fiona was still in the Nathor Palace, so she could only swallow her frustration. After all, she was still young—she would live to see them die.

"Logan, Tara, I apologize on behalf of my sister," Polly pleaded. "She’s been taken to the Nathor Palace. Who knows what kind of torture she might face? Even if we go, David won’t let them out. You know him. Besides, if something happens to them in the Nathor Palace, it’ll ruin David’s reputation too."

Logan had been in good spirits when he sat down for breakfast, but now, he had lost his appetite because of his son and daughter-in-law.

"Are you threatening me?" Logan’s gaze was piercing as he looked at Polly.

Polly smiled demurely and said softly, "Logan, how could I ever threaten you?"

them out," Tara ordered, her patience running out. She had already given up hope on her son—he

their help, how could I save Fiona? I can’t even enter the Nathor Palace,’ she

butler smiled and stepped forward to escort

couple left the

the car, Polly

uttered between sobs. "I thought David simply didn’t like me and Sebastian, but now, he doesn’t even care

opportunity to sow discord between

nerve in Geoffrey, and a seething anger rose within him. His tone was hostile as he spoke, "We’re

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the Locke family slowly pulled up

them approached the car with a weapon in hand. "Do you have

car window and responded coldly, "This

have authorization for you to enter. Please leave," the mercenary replied flatly, showing no intention of letting them pass—even if they

twisting into a scowl. She knew the Nathor

guards but couldn’t afford to cause a scene. She thought, ’Once I become Mrs. Charrington, I’ll have these impertinent fools fired.’ She lowered the car window and said, "I’m a close friend of David’s, so you can let me