Semua Bab The Billionaire's Detective: Bab 151 - Bab 160

ROSE The call goes dead immediately, leaving me curious and, at the same time, worried. How does he know about the motel? And what could he be hiding from me? Why does he refuse to tell me the reason?Dozens of thoughts run through my mind as I continue peeping from the car window, and that is when I see his car drive in. Wait, he isn't here all this while?I see him walk out of the car, and his men follow, all armed as if they are looking out for something other than the pleasure he has come to seek.He enters while they remain outside. Their eyes move in every direction, and for a moment, I think they might notice me any time soon.My phone beeps, and it is Conrad once again. I just hope he has called to tell me the reason why he wants me to leave."Why are you still there, Rose? Do you enjoy making things hard for people who make yours easier?" he asks, his voice cold."There's no way I'd leave here if you don't tell me why you want me to leave. If you truly want to make life easi

ROSE"What makes you think you can hide from us? I've seen you already, pretty. I'll advise you to save yourself the stress and come out from your hiding place," he says, and that is the moment it dawns on me that he hasn't seen me.He is only saying it to scare me. Too bad for him I am not stepping an inch out of here, not unless he sees me himself.Soon he begins moving towards the narrow end, his torchlight moving in circles until it finally lands on my legs. Then I know there is no other way out — or so I think — until a gunshot is heard across the other end, forcing him to look back. I don't hesitate or wait for him to recover from it before I pick up the big metal on the floor, hitting it on his head from behind. Before he can turn, I give him a second blow, making sure he doesn't see my face.He falls unconscious. I want to head out since I don't see any of his men in sight — probably the gunshots I have been hearing are meant for them — until I feel a hand pull me into a dark

ROSE "Don't you think there are other ways to say sorry?" he whispers, moving closer."You can't be serious. I've already said sorry, and that's the least I can do! Besides, it's all your fault it turned out this way!" I reply, rolling my eyes."Oh, oh... you're just going to blame me for coming here to save you? Remember, there's always going to be a next time," he says jokingly."This is all your fault. If you had stayed where you actually told me to, then I wouldn't have come here. Imagine if they had caught me. I would have been dead meat by now. But all the same, thank you... you did show up in time. And I'm grateful for that," I reply, ignoring what he says earlier."You think just a thank you will do the trick? You can also thank me by doing something else... I mean, something a bit more romantic," he winks. You might be wondering how I manage to see his face in the dark room — it is because of the light reflecting outside through the tiny holes in the door."No! I understand

ROSEI follow Chloe out of the room, walking to where Conrald and Arabella are seated in her sitting room.As soon as they see us coming, they stop whatever they are discussing."Why did you people stop? You can just go ahead and finish what you were saying. Or is there something you're hiding from me?" I tease, though I am actually expressing what is truly on my mind.Why would they see me coming and suddenly stop talking?"It's nothing; we were just having a father-and-daughter talk. It's not something you should worry about," Conrald says, getting up from the couch."Father and daughter? When did that start?" I ask, glaring at him."Don't be harsh, Mom. He's only telling me a few things. I'll tell you about it — don't go home," Arabella says when she notices I am angry.I am beginning to suspect him to the point that I don't even feel safe leaving Arabella around him anymore. After what happened today, I have my doubts. And I won't rest until I find out what I need to know."She's

NARRATORMrs. Webster flings her phone to the bed and then turns to look at the bearded man staring at her."You see what I told you, it wasn't her. I know Rose is curious, but she wouldn't take that risk. I mean, not for her sister," Mrs. Webster says to the man."It's not like I'm actually doubting you, but if she wasn't the one, then who was it?" the man known as Mr. Marcus asks."I don't know. There's no way you would expect me to know. I'm not defending Rose, but I know for a fact that she wasn't the one. You should have seen how injured she was. I don't believe she would be able to use that hand to do any of the things you just mentioned," Mrs. Webster says further. It isn't because she wants to defend Rose, but because she knows it isn't Rose, or so she thinks."I know for a fact that she was in the hospital yesterday. Do you think she in any way overheard our call? Did she hear when you were saying something to Marie? It's not like I'm doubting you, but I just needed to be sur