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Chapter 451 Nest · Oct 12, 2026

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451 Chapter 451 Nest 2026-10-12
452 Chapter 452 Arithmetic 2026-10-12
453 Chapter 453 Maid 2026-10-12
454 Chapter 454 Average 2026-10-12
455 Chapter 455 Verse 2026-10-12
456 Chapter 456 Lamp 2026-10-12
457 Chapter 457 Castle 2026-10-12
458 Chapter 458 Bubble 2026-10-12
459 Chapter 459 Straw 2026-10-12
460 Chapter 460 False 2026-10-12
461 Chapter 461 True 2026-10-12
462 Chapter 462 Launch 2026-10-12
463 Chapter 463 Detail 2026-10-12
464 Chapter 464 Royal 2026-10-12
465 Chapter 465 Actual 2026-10-12
466 Chapter 466 Aquatic 2026-10-12
467 Chapter 467 Rabbit 2026-10-12
468 Chapter 468 Windy 2026-10-12
469 Chapter 469 Dock 2026-10-12
470 Chapter 470 Foot 2026-10-12
471 Chapter 471 Locket 2026-10-12
472 Chapter 472 Mellow 2026-10-12
473 Chapter 473 Drum 2026-10-12
474 Chapter 474 Influence 2026-10-12
475 Chapter 475 Jar 2026-10-12
476 Chapter 476 Bow 2026-10-12
477 Chapter 477 Month 2026-10-12
478 Chapter 478 Fantastic 2026-10-12
479 Chapter 479 Store 2026-10-12
480 Chapter 480 Downtown 2026-10-12
481 Chapter 481 Boundary 2026-10-12
482 Chapter 482 Ad Hoc 2026-10-12
483 Chapter 483 Fly 2026-10-12
484 Chapter 484 Popcorn 2026-10-12
485 Chapter 485 Apple 2026-10-12
486 Chapter 486 Orange 2026-10-12
487 Chapter 487 Banana 2026-10-12
488 Chapter 488 Memory 2026-10-12
489 Chapter 489 Wing 2026-10-12
490 Chapter 490 Null 2026-10-12
491 Chapter 491 Void 2026-10-12
492 Chapter 492 Walnut 2026-10-12
493 Chapter 493 Bowl 2026-10-12
494 Chapter 494 Dodge 2026-10-12
495 Chapter 495 Return 2026-10-12
496 Chapter 496 Strawhat 2026-10-12
497 Chapter 497 Vegetables 2026-10-12
498 Chapter 498 Exercise 2026-10-12
499 Chapter 499 Movie 2026-10-12
500 Chapter 500 Pan 2026-10-12

Chapter 451 Nest

”Who’s your daddy, bitch?” he slurred, a grin stretching across his scarred face. ”Come on, have a good time with me.”

A few of his friends chuckled from behind him, watching intently to see what would happen next.

Rachel barely spared him a glance. ”Sorry, I’m with someone else tonight,” she said smoothly, sidestepping him without breaking her stride.

The man scowled but didn’t press the issue. He wasn’t stupid.

Rachel found Ross easily. He was exactly where she expected him to be—seated in the VIP section, exuding effortless dominance. Find adventures at .Côm

He sat on a plush leather couch, legs spread, a glass of whiskey in one hand. The dim lighting of the bar cast deep shadows over his sharp features, giving him an almost dangerous allure.

Around him, a few rough-looking men lingered, talking in hushed tones, but none dared to sit too close.

He looked like a king holding court.

Rachel approached him confidently, her heels clicking against the floor. She leaned down and pressed a kiss to his cheek, her lips lingering just long enough to make a statement.

Behind her, the man who had tried to stop her earlier let out a frustrated grunt.

”Shit!” he spat on the floor. ”It’s Ross fucking Oakley’s bitch again. Why the hell does he always get the best women?”

His friends muttered in agreement, but none of them dared to do anything about it. Everyone in this bar knew the unspoken rule—you don’t mess with Ross Oakley.

Those who had made that mistake before had learned the hard way.

Some ended up beaten so badly they could barely crawl out of this place.

Others? They simply disappeared. Gone without a trace, as if they had never existed in the first place.

The tension in the air eased as people turned their attention back to their drinks and games. No one wanted to cross Ross tonight.

Rachel smirked to herself. She liked that.

She liked belonging to the man everyone feared.

If only Ross were a good man—someone clean, someone without the dark rumors surrounding him—then he would have been the perfect catch.

Any woman would be lucky to have him. Handsome, confident, and powerful, he had the kind of presence that made people take notice.

Rachel sighed internally. ”What am I thinking?” She shook her head, trying to push the dangerous thoughts aside and focus on her real objective.

”You came,” Ross said, his voice smooth, almost amused.

”Yes, I’m here,” Rachel replied, suddenly shifting her demeanor. She lowered her gaze, letting a hint of vulnerability creep into her expression.

Men loved to protect what was beautiful, and Rachel had long since learned how to use that to her advantage.

She was, after all, a well-trained undercover operative.

”Good,” Ross said, his eyes drinking in her body with barely concealed greed. ”I hope you won’t run away like last time.”

Rachel bit her lip, feigning hesitation. ”You mean we would have s—” She widened her eyes in mock surprise.

Ross chuckled. ”Of course. We’re lovers now, aren’t we? Unless… you want to back out? You’re free to go.”

Rachel held his gaze, her heart pounding—not out of fear, but out of something more dangerous. Something exhilarating. ”No. I want to stay with you, Ross. I want to stay with you forever.”

A slow, satisfied smirk spread across Ross’s lips. ”Me too.”

For a brief moment, an unspoken tension settled between them. Ross reached for his drink, swirling the amber liquid before taking a slow sip.

Then, as if the moment had never happened, his expression turned casual again.

”So, have you eaten?” he asked.

Rachel shook her head.

”Perfect,” Ross said, flicking his fingers. ”I planned for a feast tonight.”

As if on cue, a procession of waiters arrived at their table, carrying silver trays piled high with the finest delicacies.

Plates of expertly grilled meats, rich pasta dishes, fresh seafood, and expensive wine were laid out before them.

Rachel raised an eyebrow. ”Quite the feast.”

Ross leaned back, watching her. ”Only the best for my woman.”

The way he said it made her stomach flutter—whether from excitement or warning, she wasn’t sure.

The two ate amidst the chaos of the bar, surrounded by the clatter of billiard balls, the shuffle of cards, and the occasional outburst of drunken laughter.

Despite the rough setting, Rachel found herself enjoying the food far more than she expected.

The steak was perfectly seared, the seafood fresh, and the wine smooth as silk. It was, without a doubt, one of the best meals she had ever had.

She glanced at Ross, who ate with an effortless confidence, completely at ease in this den of criminals.

He didn’t talk much while he ate, only occasionally giving her a glance, as if waiting for her to speak first.

The way he carried himself made it clear—he was the kind of man who was used to being in control, the kind of man who never needed to explain himself.

Still, Rachel couldn’t ignore the nagging question in her mind.

Why had he brought her here of all places?

This wasn’t exactly a romantic date spot. The air was thick with cigarette smoke, and the men in the room all looked like they had done time in prison or were on their way there.

If Rachel weren’t already aware of Ross’s dangerous nature—if she didn’t suspect he was involved in things far darker than he let on—she would have been scared to even step foot in a place like this.

She took a sip of her wine, then casually glanced around the room. The men lingering nearby weren’t ordinary bar patrons.

They were rough, heavily built, covered in scars and tattoos. Their eyes held the weight of experience, the kind that came from living a life where violence was a daily routine.

Rachel turned back to Ross, lowering her voice slightly.

”Are these your friends?” she asked, nodding toward the men scattered throughout the room.

Ross leaned back in his chair, swirling his glass of whiskey with a slow, deliberate motion. His smirk was unreadable.

”Friends?” he repeated, as if the word amused him. He let the silence stretch for a moment before answering. ”Hmmm… perhaps.”

Rachel studied his face, searching for something—anything—that would give her more insight into who he truly was. But Ross was a master at keeping people guessing.

She set down her fork. ”I’m done,” she said.

Ross’s eyes flickered to her plate, confirming she had finished her meal. Then he tilted his head slightly, watching her with that same lazy smirk.

”Good,” he said, setting down his drink. His voice remained casual, smooth as ever.

Then, just as effortlessly as if he were asking about dessert, he added, ”Now, I want you to climb onto my cock again and fuck me.”

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