All Chapters of (Not) His Sugar Baby: Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

Rose's breath caught. But it wasn't that easy for Mr. Alejandro to take control. Theo didn't let it go completely, in fact one second that passed was the longest time the desert eagle in Mr. Alejandro's grasp threatened Rose's safety. Because at the same time Theo also rose to his feet, jerking the weapon in the old man's hand with incalculable speed. Not before Mr. Alejandro had pressed the trigger. The fruit of Theo's skill managed to pull out the extended magazine from the desert eagle algae, where the extra rounds were buried. "You let me get to close." Theo growled sarcastically. Mr. Alejandro's extended magazine was now in the grip of his hand. The aura he possessed changed considerably. His face was cold. Moreover, his glare was too deadly. "You can take your daughter away from here, or this thing will hurt her. Oh, don't dream that I'll become a part of you. It'll never work." All of Theo's insults, complete and total, stirred

"Marrying a prostitute? You're not fucking kidding me, are you?" The judgmental question greeted Theo as he stepped into Verasco's personal space. Feeling strange, Theo gazes around the room-realizing that Verasco has arrived earlier than him by the slimmest of margins. One of Theo's eyebrows rose high. This meant that Verasco still had time to do something else, before rushing in and sitting on his oversized chair as if he had been waiting for him for centuries. "Where have you been?" Instead of answering Verasco's sentence. Theo leaned in closer and bombarded his father with questions. "We're not talking about me. We're talking about you." Verasco stood up, taking a position staring out the window. "Divorced Magdalena, then married a Canadian prostitute. Are you crazy, or what?" A sharp comparison... Theo didn't need to ask any more questions about something he already understo

Theo pulled off the earphones and turned off the sound connection from Verasco. His breath caught in his throat as he glanced at the surveillance camera with emotions tugging at his common sense. This is called war. Fighting yourself until you reach the final decision. Theo's fingers clenched into tight fists. With a single blow the camera lens cracked. He pulled the whole thing off. Tore out the remaining wires, then without saying anything pulled out the firearm and handed it to Rose. "Hold this, Rose. You have 25 minutes to get as far away from here as you can. You can go into the forest, hide until things calm down." Theo stopped his sentence for a moment. He turned around, grabbing something from the back seat. A bouquet of red roses had been prepared, but Theo forgot to give it to Rose - thinking it would be a good time. "What exactly is going on, Theo? You always speak your language. Who was on the phone?" asked Rose as she rece

From the ceremony at the funeral home, to the funeral ending with people starting to disperse. Lion never stopped monitoring the semi-passive point recorded on his phone screen. He did not know why the coordinates that were vaguely found did not fully display the tracked location. Lion was sure that Theo had programmed the app with the highest level of refinement. He should have had no difficulty in trying to locate Rose through the wedding ring she was wearing. But the image display was like a wave of manipulation. A few mistakes sometimes made the dot flicker, even disappear. "Have you found where Miss Rose is?" Travis beside him got involved. Lion shook his head vaguely in response. "I think Miss Rose is in a place that no one can access, including this." He held up his cell phone and showed Travis a system leak. "We'll have to find another way." Lion confirmed as he looked at Travis gesturingly. "We can start where

The sound of a gun going off was almost deafening. Rose looked around for the source of the gunfire. Her curiosity grew as the hissing of the wind continued. At that moment Rose knew where she had to start. Step further away from the starting position. Rose's vision faintly caught the silhouette of the tall body of the man whose existence was being questioned by the inside of her head. A revolver raised to shoulder level appeared to be cocked forward. Rose didn't need to ask whose weapon Theo was using. Her husband owned everything, related to such items. "You left me alone for too long," Rose said. She didn't mean to make the body jump. Theo turned around as he lowered his arms down. "I always lose my guard when you're around. Not just this time," he protested. Didn't like how Rose was suddenly standing there without drawing on any of his intuition or sensing.