RE: Perverted Sugar Daddy System-Chapter 201: Lost But Found

"You care about him that much?"

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"Yes."

After driving for a while, before Denise let our conversation get deep, she decided it would be best if we had it while taking a stroll under the darkening night sky.

It seemed Denise was wary of the secrets I could spill and didn't want to risk me thinking of Gigs as a wary end.

"So how did you find me?"

"Through your last call, I tracked you to Colorado. I was at a loss of where to go when your trail went cold at Denver airport, but then the US Secretary died."

At this point, Denise paused her words, her eyes on me, watching for any reaction for some seconds, and then she continued.

"Connecting the dots between your last call and the flight that departed to London, I had a strong hunch and came here.

The assassination saw the implementation of a curfew which put a dampener on my search for you.

The private jet I hired even got grounded, and it was only yesterday, when the killer was caught, that restrictions were lifted.

I was helpless on how to go about finding you in London, but the bombing in this remote village grabbed my attention, and I decided to come here."

"Wow, but how did you even know I had left the country?"

"Nadia tried but failed to reach you concerning an assignment you gave her.

The next day, when she still couldn't contact you or find you, she came to me."

"Makes sense. It's nice to know I have people like the both of you to care for me, it truly warms my heart.

How about my presence in England? I have no documents to put me here. How are we going to deal with that?"

"You're a billionaire. As long as you haven't made any mess, those necessities can be easily manipulated.

To make things easier, your day of entry into the UK should be the 29th, meaning we entered the UK together using the jet."

"Nice, having you is really helpful," I said, stretching out a hand to hold Denise, but she took a step away and stopped moving, fixing me with a stare.

In her long black coat and brown high boots, Denise's assets were hidden from my eyes, the side contours of her ass the only thing I could make out from the woman's figure.

Looking at her face, a smile came to my face as her long black hair billowed in the wind, and then I stared at her pink lips, which were tightly pressed against each other.

"Have you ever thought to try on black lipsticks? They'll be a great complement to your aura."

Truly, at the moment, as Denise stopped moving, a commanding aura had spread out from her, and the look in her eyes told me she wanted answers.

"You were gone for nearly six days. What happened? Why are you in England?"

"One of my women has been missing for a while. I came here pursuing her kidnapper."

"Who?" she pressed.

"Lucy."

"How did you get aboard a flight without documents?"

"I have my ways."

"Have you met this kidnapper?"

"Yes."

"What are the results?"

"Well, he refused to tell me what I wanted to know, so we fought, and well... in the end, I lost."

"I'm guessing this person is Mike Duron?"

"Do you have information on him?"

Given her dealings in Michigan and Grace's cooperation, it made sense that Denise connected the dots between me, Lucy, and Mike, and I wondered if she had more info on him.

"Not really. All I know about him, I got from digging around Lucy's life and the drug bust in Colorado."

Listening to Denise made me realize that perhaps I had still vastly underestimated the woman's resourcefulness, and then she asked a chilling question.

"Are you the one who killed those drug dealers?"

"Yes."

There was no change in Denise's expression, and she continued speaking.

"Are you the one who killed the US Foreign Secretary?"

I didn't think twice before arriving at an answer to this question, but before I could move my lips, I was hit with a strong feeling of disapproval.

"You shouldn't lie to her, Marcus," I found myself thinking.

A more appropriate term for what was happening was that I was having a gut feeling—my instincts were against me lying.

"Troublesome."

"Yes."

For some seconds, the intensity of Denise's aura increased, and then it went back to normal.

"Did you leave any trails?"

"None."

"You sure?"

"You just released me from prison, didn't you?"

"Then we should leave England immediately."

"No, I still have to find Mike. He won't forgive me for killing his crew, and I need him to tell me where Lucy is."

Turning and resuming our walk, Denise fell in step, and she let some of her confusion be known.

"Then what was the bombing in Hutton about?"

For the rest of the walk, I filled in Denise about my recent escapade in Hutton, not going much into the details of my battle with Bettany.

Keeping out too sensitive information, I also informed her about my movements since entering London, letting the woman go over my words and see if there were any holes in my journey.

"From what you've told me, the only problem so far seems to be the mother and daughter duo.

Familial emotions can be quite tricky; you're putting a lot of faith in them."

"Don't worry, I'm sure of them."

"Women are master manipulators," Denise warned, shaking her head, her forehead scrunched.

"And I'm their conqueror."

Denise threw me a glance before focusing back on the road, and I grew curious.

"Concerning what I just revealed to you, aren't you a bit too relaxed?"

"What would you have me do? Unless I betray you, my only other option is to make sure we don't sink."

"I love that positive mindset," I said, my hand shooting out and wrapping around Denise's waist and pulling her close.

I moved my head forward to claim her lips, but she leaned backwards and looked at me blankly.

"Not funny."

"I'm not being funny. I just want to have a taste of my sexy POA."

Being around Denise for so long and getting to inhale her beautiful perfume, my cock had gone stiff, and I had no reservations about making sure she felt my long dragon.

"No, and you stink."