Not A Small-Town Girl

Before the police could even approach David, he spoke in a low and chilling tone, "Maybe I should invite you to Nathor Palace for coffee?"

"The lead officer froze at the mention of Nathor Palace. Ever since his appointment, he had been repeatedly warned never to provoke its master, or it would be a nightmare.

"Quickly signaling his team to stop, the officer stammered, "Are you… Mr. David Charrington?"

"Yes," David replied.

"After confirming the man’s identity, the officer’s heart sank. If David was serious about inviting them for coffee at Nathor Palace, it would be a one-way trip.

“Ah, so it’s you, Mr. Charrington. What is this about?" The officer forced himself to ask despite the tension.

"These people deserve to die," David said in a deep voice.

"The officer didn’t know why those people deserved to die, but judging by the situation, he gathered they must have angered this fearsome man. "Well… since it’s a private matter, we’ll leave you to it."

"With that, the officers made a quick and hasty retreat.

Ava, Linda, Nancy, and Paula sank into despair as they watched the police leave, sinking into despair, wondering who exactly David was.

“Take all four of them to Nathor Palace and tell Mr. Stuart and Mr. Reagan to come and claim their people," David commanded, his voice icy. "If they let my girl suffer, they’d better be prepared for the consequences."

“Understood," replied Bruce, leading the team of bodyguards who violently dragged the four out of the office.

The school management staff watched in shock. They didn’t know how to explain it when parents were being hauled away like that. Several of them turned their gazes at Ryan.

"Ryan wanted to speak but was afraid he would end up with broken limbs. So, he hesitated.

"Sensing his worry, Danielle assured, "Don’t worry. They will be alright." Her words acted as a calming balm for the shaken staff.

David sat coldly in his chair, showing no intention of leaving or speaking further.

The room fell silent, unsure of his next move. Finally, Elias Mendes, the vice president, mustered the courage to ask, "Mr. Charrington, your men have already taken them away, so…"

"Do you want to go too?" David’s cold gaze landed on him.

“No, please, I don’t want to go! Absolutely not!" Elias’s knees were shaking as he waved his hands frantically. He regretted speaking up and never wanted to go to the place only the dead ventured to.

"David picked up his phone and opened the school forum, which was full of overwhelming insults and curses at Danielle. The man’s face grew colder as he read.

The oppressive atmosphere made everyone in the office hold their breath.

"Joseph finally broke the silence and said, "David, that’s enough."

"David looked up, his eyes filled with frost, and tossed the phone to Joseph.

After reading for a moment, Joseph felt that David’s men had gone too easy on those people.

"Howard and Vivian also saw the posts and looked at their daughter with distress. Their thoughts were the same as Joseph’s—those responsible deserved harsher punishment.

“If you can’t manage the school properly, I don’t mind helping you. I’ll make sure they understand that living is a luxury," David said, his cold eyes sweeping over the school management.