Not A Small-Town Girl

Chapter 221-1 "You still have a few days left. Make sure to attend the assessments at Fortress regularly."

The group exchanged puzzled glances, feeling like Danielle was giving them her last words. What was going on?

"Danielle, has something happened? You can order us around, we’ll do whatever you need."

Juniper stared at Danielle’s face, searching for any hint of what she was thinking.

"It’s nothing. Just don’t slack off. Anything else?"

Her words were firm, but there was a quiet weight to them. The industries they were involved in had risen quickly, and she feared that once she was gone, enemies would target them.

While she was around, no one dared to act openly. But if she died, their laziness could give their enemies a chance to strike.

"Danielle, are you sure you’re alright?"

Lyla, who had sensed something was off, asked cautiously. But looking at Danielle’s composed face, she almost convinced herself that she was overthinking things.

chatty? Are you hoping

meeting adjourned. I have other matters

flicker of reluctance crossing her face. These were the ones who’d fought by her side, and now, she had so little time left

up, and walked out of

didn’t

like she

mouth with the

but their boss

you’re a woman too. Did

wanted us to know, we would have figured

that, Danielle left

masked men, she had gathered their blood. Those people were strange—invulnerable, with long claws, and barely any

knew she had been poisoned. Only she and her mentor knew about it. If it hadn’t been for

the words echoed in Danielle’s mind. She wasn’t going to stop until she found the person

to him, but there was

aching head, she started