Chapter 122 Daddy Cool

Angel’s bare feet crunched against the gravel as she sprinted toward what she hoped was the backyard. Her heart raced, the cool morning air stinging her lungs with each frantic breath. She had no plan, no clear path—just an overwhelming need to escape before whoever owned this fortress caught her. The backyard was sprawling, with manicured gardens, a sparkling pool, and several luxury cars parked under a sleek carport. But her focus shifted instantly when she heard a deep, guttural growl from the shadows.