Not A Small-Town Girl

directly, but Scorpion had proven so crafty in evading capture that Elliot’s team had been forced to step in. Every attempt had ended in failure, and despite being on the most-wanted list, he remained free.

The tall man leaned into the vehicle, speaking with the drug lord. After a brief exchange, the drug lord nodded, apparently agreeing to the deal.

A burly man stepped out of the car and opened a box-likely filled with illicit goods. The team watched closely, knowing they had to act the moment they confirmed the contents.

Both sides exchanged boxes. The burly man opened the box from the other party-it was filled with money. The other man slowly opened his box.

"Everyone, prepare to move. Once we confirm the goods, we execute the takedown," Elliot ordered.

"Copy that," came the immediate response from his team.

As soon as the box opened, confirming the presence of illicit items, Elliot gave the signal.

"Move in!" Elliot sprang into action, heading straight for Scorpion’s car.

"The deal was nearly complete when a gunshot rang out, disrupting the transaction. Elliot’s team swiftly surrounded the drug dealers.

"Freeze!" Elliot’s voice echoed through the warehouse, as the drug dealers muttered angrily, blaming each other for the operation being compromised.

His gut instinct was on high alert. There was something off about the ease of this operation. Scorpion, the top target on the international wanted list, was known to evade capture with large security teams. Why was this operation going so smoothly?

"Elliot, we’ve got all the drug dealers contained," his teammate reported. Everyone had their guns trained on the criminals-any sign of resistance, and they wouldn’t hesitate to shoot.

"Get him out of the car," Elliot ordered, his gun trained on Scorpion inside the vehicle.

Scorpion sat unfazed, a dangerous smile crossing his face. "Elliot, we meet again."

Back at the dorm, Danielle finished her shower and climbed into bed.

She planned to sketch some designs. The new skincare product line had been a massive success, and she was preparing to launch a few clothing series as well.

Danielle grabbed her pen and began sketching furiously, as if the ideas in her head flowed endlessly.

Since founding The Grace Group, Danielle had been the one creating the designs, and her unique vision had helped the company rapidly carve out a name for itself.

Her phone buzzed with a new message.

The message read: [Danielle, the response to the new products has been amazing. Our initial stock is