Not A Small-Town Girl

Chapter 55

Danielle walked to the gate and immediately spotted Nathan waiting by the car.

"Mrs. Charrington, Mr. Charrington is still busy, so he asked me to pick you up," Nathan said respectfully.

It wasn’t just because Danielle was David’s fiancée that Nathan treated her with such deference. Her reputation as a master gunsmith, known simply as "Sphinx," was more than enough to earn his admiration. To him, she was his idol.

"Alright," Danielle replied with a nod.

The two set off in silence, the car gliding smoothly through the dimly lit streets toward the city’s outskirts. Danielle glanced out the window as the vehicle began ascending a secluded hillside road. She couldn’t help but ask, "Nathan, where exactly are we going for dinner?"

"You’ll know when we get there, Mrs. Charrington," Nathan responded cryptically.

’He didn’t really answer the question, Danielle thought.

The car entered a private property lined with tight security. Infrared beams intersected the premises, and guards were stationed every 300 feet. It was hard to imagine what kind of life the property’s owner led to require such extreme protection.

As they reached the gates, Danielle’s eyes were drawn to the bold characters on a plaque: Nathor Palace. If she hadn’t figured out that this was David’s private residence, her various monikers would have been undeserved. But she had no idea why he had brought her to his home.

"Mrs. Charrington, we’ve arrived. You can head inside now." Nathan opened the car door with a brisk motion and stood upright.

Danielle nodded and stepped out. Just as she was about to enter the house, a large white wolf darted out of the bushes. Its fur was as white as snow, and its eyes were pale. The creature was over 6 feet long, with a massive head and a lean, graceful body.

Danielle immediately recognized it as a tundra wolf. ’Why does he keep such a ferocious animal at home?’ she wondered.

Tundra wolves were highly adaptable creatures with incredible survival instincts, known for their cunning and savagery. Predators by nature, the wolves attacked in coordinated packs, employing brutal and precise methods. Their sharp teeth and stealthy ambush tactics made them formidable hunters.

Nathan broke into a cold sweat. The tundra wolf was notoriously aggressive, obeying only David. Among the household staff, the wolf roamed freely, feared by everyone-including Nathan.

Yet, it wasn’t the time to be afraid. If the wolf attacked Danielle under his watch, David would undoubtedly tear him limb from limb.

Detecting a stranger on its territory, the wolf growled and bared its fangs. Its pale, menacing gaze locked onto Danielle as it prepared to pounce.