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.
• A large Doberman emerged from behind a row of hedges, its sharp ears perked and its eyes fixed on her. Angel froze, her chest heaving as she stared at the dog, her pulse thundering in her ears. The animal's growl deepened, and then it barked—a loud, vicious sound that seemed to echo through the silent estate.