Not A Small-Town Girl

"Alright," that woman said. "I’ll take care of it right away. I really didn’t expect Danielle’s medical skills to be so impressive. I’m incresingly looking forward to a face-to-face battle with her."

The mixed-race woman’s smile was like a blooming poppy, looking beautiful yet hiding a deadly poison.

"You two are already battling," the man said. "Vera, I’m looking forward to your performance."

He slowly looked up, his blue eyes reflecting a dark, overwhelming energy.

"I won’t let you down, Sir," Vera said, her gaze revealing a hint of madness, and her eyes filled with a strong fighting spirit.

"You may leave," he said

"Alright," Vera said.

The butler then said respectfully, ’Sir, Danielle is already investigating the truth behind her abduction. She managed to tie Kevin to her abduction at the casino yesterday. Although he doesn’t know much, he can still be considered indirectly implicated. Should we deal with him?

"Also, should we give Danielle something to do so that she won’t be too free and meddle in other people’s business?"

"Go ahead and take care of it," the man said.

He placed one hand on the side of the sofa, his slender fingers holding a cigarette, which was burning with a scarlet glow.

At Mithland Manor, Danielle noticed that Tara was quite picky with her food, which was not good for her health. So, she said, "You should eat more leafy greens."

Tara had forgotten about this after she was discharged from the hospital, truly taking pickiness to the extreme. Now that her granddaughter-in-law pointed it out, she felt a little sheepish. "Alright, alright," she said. "I’ll do as you say." Usually, Tara was domineering at home, causing a fuss and often stirring up trouble. David felt like laughing when he saw her’s defeated expression.

"Danielle, look," Tara said. "David is picky too. He doesn’t even eat a bite of carrot."

She thought, ’I’m about to start eating green leafy vegetables, and I’ll make sure David doesn’t get away. Let’s drag him into this with me.’

David immediately frowned, thinking, ’How come this old lady dragged me into this as well?’

Danielle saw through Tara’s little trick, so she looked up, met David’s gaze, and played along with Tara, saying, "Don’t be deliberately picky. Carrots are delicious."

David thought, ’Why does it feel like Danielle is coaxing a child?’

"Alright," he said.

David still went along with Danielle’s words and picked up the carrots that he disliked the most. ’It looks like I’ll have to tell the chef to make sure there are no carrots at home in the future,’ he thought.