Semua Bab The Stripper's Sugar Daddy [ENGLISH]: Bab 151 - Bab 160

Fabian stayed with Gigi. Since Fabian returned to Gigi's life, they were inseparable. They were always together, whether at home or in town. Fabian was incredibly clingy, and Gigi had to admit it was cute. JD shook his head, watching them. It was obvious who was more smitten. Fabian didn't hide his feelings for Gigi, which somehow annoyed Tyron. “Where’s your brother?” JD asked, his eyes on Fabian. They were in the living room, about to discuss something with Roccio Romano. Fabian shrugged. “I don’t know; maybe he’s coming.” He put his arms around Gigi, pulling her closer as he looked at Tyron. JD checked his watch. He was getting annoyed; Roccio was fifteen minutes late. But before he could say anything, they heard the sound of arriving cars. The noise outside indicated he wasn’t alone. He’d been accompanied by guards lately, which made JD suspicious. Roccio usually worked alone. JD knew this;

Envy and hatred are two of the most powerful emotions. They can be as potent as love, but far more destructive. They go hand in hand, like love and pain. Envy often breeds anger and resentment. Alfred Lozano clenched his phone, his knuckles white. He’d always hated being second best. In junior high, his father pushed him to excel, warning him he’d lose his inheritance if he didn't top his class. As the son of a high-profile politician, Alfred felt constant pressure competing with people he didn’t know, including Fabian Romano. His father admired Romano’s academic and business achievements. Even though their paths differed—Alfred in politics, Romano in business—his father admired Romano’s intelligence. The recognition he craved from his father was stolen by someone he barely knew. He knew Romano from school. Romano was the brilliant student at the center of everything, while Lozano was relegated to the sidelin

Adrian let out another sigh, countless times over. Even though he’d meticulously planned everything, he couldn't shake his nerves. This plan was crucial, and he was overthinking. How could he not? His family's safety depended on it. He'd planned everything: how to get rid of the guard, how to leave undetected. They needed to escape without being noticed. If, by some misfortune, someone did notice, he needed a backup plan. If Lozano's men discovered their escape, his family would be in grave danger, especially his mother, who was frail. Only he and Yana could move quickly; he would help his mother, and Yana would help Pia. Again, Adrian sighed, trying to calm his racing heart. His hands trembled, but he forced himself to control them, holding one with his left hand to steady it. Nervousness wouldn't help. He had to execute the plan flawlessly; failure meant their end. This was their only chance, one shot, and

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Fabian immediately called Roccio after hanging up with the mysterious caller. He didn’t know who the man was, but his voice sounded strangely familiar—he just couldn’t place where he’d heard it before. But one thing was clear: the man knew a lot about him. Too much. He knew about Fabian’s relationship with Gigi, and even the tragedy that had happened to her family. That kind of detail meant he wasn’t some random creep. Fabian clenched his fists. His muscles were still trembling, and the fury burning inside him hadn’t died down. That bastard dared to threaten him—using Gigi and her family just to get what he wanted. Now Fabian couldn’t stop thinking—who the hell was that guy? Was it one of McIntosh’s dirty schemes? Was he that desperate to use Gigi’s supposedly dead family? But how could he be sure they were really dead? What

For a moment, Yana stood frozen in front of the man—speechless and in shock. She was carrying Pia in her arms, while her brother and mother stood beside her. She didn’t know what to say. Obviously, she couldn’t admit they were trying to escape. She thought the laxative Adrian had mixed in the juice had already kicked in. She assumed the guards would be too weak or distracted to notice anything. But this one… he was clearly not affected. The man stared her down, waiting for her answer. One wrong move, one wrong word, and they were doomed. Yana glanced quickly at Adrian, who stood just behind her with their mother. “We heard some noise downstairs… that’s why we came down. What’s going on? Is something wrong?” The words just came out of her mouth before she could even think. Thankfully, her brain was still functioning under stress. She forced a smile, trying to mask her fear. Her heart pounded so loudly she coul