Not A Small Town Girl (Danielle and David) novel Chapter 209

But if you look at it from another angle, the rumors swirling around David, Logan was just as fed up with hearing them from Polly every day. He grabbed his phone and called David.

When Polly saw Logan pick up the phone, she couldn't help but smirk. Looks like her daily visits weren't in vain. No matter the reason, as long as they could get the guy out of the mess first.

"Your call cannot be completed at this time."

Logan wasn't giving up that easily and tried again.

"Your call cannot be completed at this time."

What the hell was this kid doing?

"Still not picking up?" Tara asked, leaning over. She hadn't seen David in days. That brat didn't even bother coming to check on her, completely heartless.

"No, I'll try Nathan instead," Logan muttered.

The same voice message. What the hell, one after another, acting like they owned the place.

"I'll be damned. All of them out playing adventurer now, huh? No one picking up my calls." Logan rolled his eyes at the phone. Damn cheeky.

And Logan was right. David was indeed off on an adventure, and it was a dangerous one.

Polly, frantic, was almost at her wit's end. She had only just convinced Logan to call David, and now that little brat, who acted like he was trying to get on her bad side, wasn't picking up. She certainly didn't want to keep coming to the old mansion and put up with Logan and Tara's faces.

"Dad, didn't David pick up? Could he have blocked your number, knowing you'd try to call?"

Logan's temper flared instantly. Block him? How dare he?

"Tara, use your phone and try calling that brat."

Tara pulled out her phone and dialed David's number.

"Your call cannot be completed at this time."

"I'll try his office," Tara said, already getting frustrated.

The phone rang for a long time before, finally, it was answered.

"Brat, what's wrong with your phone? Not even picking up calls from your grandparents? Getting all high and mighty, huh? You haven't even come back to visit your grandma in days!" Tara immediately launched into a tirade the second the phone connected, not giving David a chance to say a word.

Before David could speak, Tara kept going, "What's with you, huh? Playing dumb, you ungrateful little brat."

Just as she was about to continue, Patrick quickly jumped in, "Tara, it's Patrick. Mr. Charrington is not in the office today." He was just there to pick up a file and took the call by coincidence.

"Where is he? Why can't I reach him?" Tara's voice, strong and commanding, cut through the receiver.

Patrick, fully aware of Tara's fiery temper back in the day, hurriedly explained, "He went to find Mrs. Charrington. They're in an area with no signal. Is there anything I can pass along?"

Tara immediately softened. "They're with Danielle? Are they in danger? When will they be back?"

Patrick wasn't sure when they'd return but said, "They went to Blackpool Village. It's safe there, but I don't know when they'll be back, probably not for too long."

"Blackpool Village? What's that place? No signal? And wait, is Fiona still alive?" Tara, already irritated by Polly, tossed in a casual question.

"Three million? Is that all David's worth to you? You know he's always surrounded by top-tier mercenaries. There are at least ten of them with him whenever he travels. Three million won't even cover the cost of hiring decent people. If you want him gone, the price is thirty-five million."

"Thirty-five million?" Polly's heart sank. She could afford it, but spending so much on that little bastard seemed like a waste.

"You don't want it? There's a bounty of one hundred fifty million on his head. Three million is nothing compared to that."

Polly clenched her teeth. "Fine, thirty-five million, but you'd better make sure he's dead. If he dies, I'll throw in an extra six and a half million."

This was a major investment. Despite her position in the Charrington family, she had a name but no real power. This thirty-five million would practically drain her savings.

"Pay fifty percent upfront."

"What if you take the money and run, or you fail to kill him?" Polly hesitated. She'd dealt with these people before, but this amount of money still stung.

"We've done business before. If you're not willing, then forget it. This is our standard deal."

Polly didn't want to ruin things with them. "Alright, I'll call you later. Make sure you get the job done."

"Once the money's in, we'll act."

"Fine." Polly hung up the phone.

She'd sent assassins before, but David always managed to stay unharmed. That brat was tough. The Nathor Palace was like a fortress—getting someone in was nearly impossible. Every attempt had failed miserably, and the people sent to do it had met horrible ends.

Thinking about those failures only made Polly more fearful of David. But with him around, his son would never have a chance to rise up.