Not A Small Town Girl (Danielle and David) novel Chapter 182

"Dad, Mom, could you talk to David and have him release Fiona? If you ask, he'll definitely agree." Geoffrey steeled himself and spoke under sharp glares from his parents.

"There's nothing we can do about this. You should go to Nathor Palace and plead with him," Logan replied firmly.

Polly's face darkened. 'These two old fools. Not only have they always been biased toward David, but now they're unwilling to lift a finger for such a small favor,' she thought indignantly.

Nevertheless, Fiona was still in the Nathor Palace, so she could only swallow her frustration. After all, she was still young—she would live to see them die.

"Logan, Tara, I apologize on behalf of my sister," Polly pleaded. "She's been taken to the Nathor Palace. Who knows what kind of torture she might face? Even if we go, David won't let them out. You know him. Besides, if something happens to them in the Nathor Palace, it'll ruin David's reputation too."

Logan had been in good spirits when he sat down for breakfast, but now, he had lost his appetite because of his son and daughter-in-law.

"Are you threatening me?" Logan's gaze was piercing as he looked at Polly.

Polly smiled demurely and said softly, "Logan, how could I ever threaten you?"

"Show them out," Tara ordered, her patience running out. She had already given up hope on her son—he was hopeless.

Polly panicked. 'Without their help, how could I save Fiona? I can't even enter the Nathor Palace,' she thought.

The butler smiled and stepped forward to escort them out. "Mr. and Mrs. Charrington, please."

Reluctantly, the couple left the Charrington Manor.

In the car, Polly cried in Geoffrey's arms.

"Geoffrey, it's all my fault. I dragged you into this," Polly uttered between sobs. "I thought David simply didn't like me and Sebastian, but now, he doesn't even care about your reputation. I've been trying so hard to get closer to David, but nothing works."

Polly took the opportunity to sow discord between Geoffrey and David.

Her words seemed to touch a nerve in Geoffrey, and a seething anger rose within him. His tone was hostile as he spoke, "We're going to the Nathor Palace."

*****

At Nathor Palace, a car from the Locke family slowly pulled up to the entrance.

Two rows of mercenaries stood at the gates, their faces stern. One of them approached the car with a weapon in hand. "Do you have an appointment?"

Quentin lowered the car window and responded coldly, "This car belongs to the heiress of the Locke family."

"Sorry, we don't have authorization for you to enter. Please leave," the mercenary replied flatly, showing no intention of letting them pass—even if they were from the Locke family.

Cheryl sat in the car, her face twisting into a scowl. She knew the Nathor Palace was heavily guarded but hadn't expected them to block her vehicle.

Cheryl wanted to lash out at these guards but couldn't afford to cause a scene. She thought, 'Once I become Mrs. Charrington, I'll have these impertinent fools fired.' She lowered the car window and said, "I'm a close friend of David's, so you can let me through. He wouldn't mind."

The mercenaries remained unyielding. "If you're such a close friend, you can contact Mr. Charrington."

As tensions mounted, a Bugatti sped towards the entrance, while infrared sensors scanned the vehicle's information. The mercenaries recognized the familiar car and immediately saluted, raising the barrier to allow the vehicle to pass swiftly.

Cheryl kept her eyes on the car as it passed through the gates, the respect it commanded making her suspect that David might be inside.

"Who's in that car?" Cheryl asked.

"We can't disclose that information. Please leave now, Ms. Locke. If you stay here for over half an hour, we will be forced to take action," the mercenary replied firmly.

Furious, Cheryl could barely contain the urge to slap these guards. She had assured her grandfather that she would handle things today, but if she couldn't even get in, she would have a hard time explaining herself when she returned.

"You better watch your mouth when you're talking to Ms. Locke," Quentin snapped, ready to jump out of the car.

Inside the box was a black suit, complete with a tie and a set of ridiculously cute pajamas—a onesie with dinosaur prints on it.

David was slightly taken aback. He thought it would be a set of pink outfits.

Danielle smiled brightly. "Do you like it? I made it myself. My parents haven't even gotten theirs yet."

Overjoyed, David said, "I love it. As long as it's from you, I'll cherish it."

Danielle took the suit and held it in front of him to check the fit. She was pleased with her work. 'He would look absolutely charming in this suit,' she thought.

David walked into the changing room and soon returned wearing the suit she had given him.

"Wow, you look amazing!" Danielle clapped her hands, smiling broadly.

"Mr. Charrington, you look even more attractive in the suit designed by Mrs. Charrington. It's got so much style," Nathan chimed in, lavishing David with compliments and throwing in a few words of praise for Danielle. He knew how to stay in their good books.

Danielle grabbed the tie and walked over to help David put it on, her face serious as she concentrated on the task.

David looked at her, his gaze filled with affection.

Stepping back to admire her work, Danielle beamed with pride. "I'm just too good at this. You really hit the jackpot with me."

"Yes, I'm so lucky to have you by my side." David nodded and kissed Danielle's forehead.

Danielle brought the pajamas over again and said, "These pajamas suit you better."

David looked at the onesie with little dinosaur prints on it. The funniest thing was that there was a tail at the back of the onesie. He was speechless and wondered why Danielle thought this onesie would suit him.

Danielle looked at David who was frowning as he stared at the cute pajamas.