Not A Small-Town Girl
Chapter 26-2

Sensing her parents’ approval, Audrey turned to Joseph with a sweet smile. "I promise I won’t cause any trouble. Please let me try."

Joseph shrugged. "Alright, report to the CEO’s office tomorrow."

Audrey lit up, clapping her hands. "Thank you, Joseph! Mom, Dad, I’ll work hard and do my best to help the company!"

Danielle glanced at Audrey, keeping her expression neutral. Just yesterday, Audrey had tried to put a hit on her, and now, she was suddenly eager to intern at the family business. It was interesting.

Meanwhile, Xavier kept sneaking glances at Danielle. She’d finished her breakfast, and he was practically vibrating with anticipation. Still, he didn’t want to seem pushy.

Danielle caught his barely-contained excitement and couldn’t help but smile. "I’m ready now," she said gently.

Xavier’s face lit up like a kid in a candy store. "Great! Shall we?" Austin, still bitter, warned, "Xavier, you’re going to get mobbed at the mall. Everyone knows your face."

But Xavier wasn’t about to let anyone rain on his parade. He grabbed Danielle’s hand and started heading for the door. "Don’t worry. I’ve got it all figured out," he said.

Instead of taking the family chauffeur, they headed to the garage and chose a sleek Bugatti.

As soon as Xavier buckled his seatbelt, Danielle hit the gas. The car shot out of the estate like a rocket, leaving a trail of blurred scenery in its wake.

Xavier clutched his seatbelt tightly, his knuckles white. He had never imagined that sweet, delicate Danielle could drive like this.

"Uh... Danielle, we’re not really in a rush," he said, his voice a little shaky as he tried not to sound panicked.

"I know," Danielle replied, her tone calm and unbothered. Xavier thought she could easily be a professional race car driver. He swallowed hard, his pulse racing as fast as the car. Little did he know that this was considered slow for Danielle. He’d find out soon enough what her real top speed looked like.

Anyone who knew Danielle well would tell people two things: never hand her alcohol, and never let her drive.

She had no tolerance for alcohol-one glass was enough to get her tipsy-but she never backed down from a drinking challenge. If friends encouraged her, she’d keep going, even when she could barely sit upright. And once drunk, she was completely unpredictable.

As for cars, her driving skills were phenomenal, but her speed was terrifying. Riding in a car with Danielle behind the wheel was like being on a rollercoaster-one you couldn’t get off.

At Soufield’s largest mall, a sleek Bugatti came to a dramatic stop with a stylish drift, drawing the