Not A Small-Town Girl
Chapter 101-3

"It’s the butler," the hitman said. "He wanted us to get rid of Kevin and the people tailing after him."

Danielle figured that the butler this man mentioned was very likely the butler who controlled the situation behind the scenes.

"Let’s talk about this butler then," she said. "What’s his position in Shadow Domain?"

The man’s eyes widened when he heard Danielle mention Shadow Domain, thinking, ’So, she has long known that we’re from Shadow Domain. How did she find out, though?’

"The look in your eyes is telling me that you are wondering how come I know you people are from Shadow Domain, huh?" Danielle said indifferently. "Please remember your current situation and just answer my questions."

’If they don’t want to tell me, so be it,’ she thought. ’After all, they’re the ones at the mercy of the situation and have no control over it.’

"Our butler holds a high position in Shadow Domain," the man said. "It can be said that he is second only to our leader. Usually, he is the one who assigns us missions and conveys the master’s intention.

"We’re only in charge of things within our own area. We don’t know anything about other sections, and we don’t know the organizational structure of Shadow Domain. We’re just hitmen. We’ll just get rid of whoever our master asks us to get rid of."

The man wiped his sweat as he said tremblingly, fearing that if he said anything displeasing to Danielle, she would immediately kill him.

"Have you seen your master?" Danielle asked.

"What’s his name?’

She had asked someone to investigate Shadow Domain, but they had not found any valuable information. It was quite mysterious.

"We’re just ordinary hitmen," the man said. "We rarely see the butler, let alone our master. We’ve never seen him before. Only those few higher-ups have seen him." "What’s the butler’s name? Draw his portrait."

Danielle took a notebook and threw it to the man.

"The butler’s name is Alan Hart. I’ll draw now, but my drawing skills are kind of bad."

The man knew that he would be executed when he went back. He figured perhaps there was still a slim chance of survival if he told the truth here.

"Draw as much as you can," Danielle said slowly.