Not A Small-Town Girl

Chapter 58

In a luxurious mall in Soufield, Danielle stood out in a flowing white dress specially prepared for her by David. Her silky hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her skin glowed like moonlight on still water, exuding an ethereal charm.

There was an air of cool sophistication about her, her sharp features softened by lively, bright eyes that gleamed like the stars in the night sky. In the bustling crowd, she stood out, her presence alluring yet intimidating, discouraging any unwelcome advances.

"Danielle," Juniper called out. She spotted her best friend immediately, as Danielle’s striking appearance made her impossible to miss. Juniper had a softer, sweeter beauty, an endearing contrast to Danielle’s elegant poise. Together, they formed a stunning pair that turned countless heads in the mall.

"What? You went through all that at the border?" Juniper exclaimed. Though she was Danielle’s subordinate, they shared a close bond. Juniper had also been stationed at the border before being reassigned to Soufield to manage the pharmaceutical division.

"That Jackson really is ambitious," Danielle remarked. "But annexing the Wulf Clan has strengthened the Shadow Fortress immensely."

However, Danielle believed that Jackson wasn’t the sole mastermind. Knowing him, she was certain someone else was pulling the strings behind the scenes.

"Did Jason tell you? Our skincare line has received widespread acclaim since its launch," Juniper said, casually changing the subject.

Danielle nodded. "I’m planning to work on a new series soon. But enough about work. We’re here to shop today. Buy whatever you want. It’s on me," she said with a bright smile.

"Having a rich bestie is awesome," Juniper replied unabashedly. Danielle recalled the first time she had met Juniper.

At the time, Juniper was fleeing from a group of pursuers intending to kill her. Danielle had eliminated the assassins and saved Juniper, eventually bringing her to the Shadow Fortress.

Back then, Juniper was a fragile young girl. After years of rigorous training, she now rivaled top operatives like Taylor, standing out in the fiercely competitive base through sheer grit and determination.

Danielle had always been protective of those she considered her own and would never allow harm to befall those under her wing.

The two entered a high-end boutique. Juniper’s eyes lit up as she spotted a dress in the display window.

"Danielle, that dress is gorgeous. It would look amazing on you." Juniper’s voice snapped Danielle out of her thoughts.

"Try it on! You’ll look absolutely stunning in it," Juniper said eagerly. "Alright," Danielle replied, looking at the purple gradient dress before her, intrigued by its innovative design.

Juniper approached a sales associate. "Excuse me, we’d like to try on that dress."

The sales associate glanced at their outfits, unable to discern any recognizable brands, and assumed they were likely cheap, knock-off items. She despised those who pretended to be rich. Though a flicker of disdain flashed in her eyes, years of experience kept a faint, professional smile on her face.

"I’m sorry, but this dress is one of only five worldwide, priced in the millions," the sales associate replied. "It costs a fortune-not just anyone can try it on."

"What do you mean? Then why display it here in the first place?" Juniper questioned.

On the other side of the store, a young woman discreetly filmed the exchange and sent the video to