Chasing My Pregnant Wife (Rosalie and Theodore) novel Chapter 906

Rosalie collapsed on the ground, trembling all over. Beads of hot sweat slid down her forehead, and her face was as white as a sheet.

"I have money! Name your price, as long as you let me go! You can take as much as you want!"

At this moment, survival was her only concern—nothing else mattered.

One of the men crouched down and pinched her face with a malicious grin. "Pretty lady, how much money do you have to buy us off?"

"I can give you however much you want!" Rosalie's eyes widened in fear as she trembled. "I have a lot of money—diamonds, gold bars, cash! Whatever you want, I can give it to you!"

"How generous this beautiful woman is." The man's grubby hand squeezed her face, then roughly tore open her blouse, revealing the lingerie beneath.

The men burst into laughter. "Nice body. Real spicy."

"Ah!" Rosalie screamed. Her hands were pinned to the ground, and she was unable to move. All she could do was beg in terror, "Please let me go! I'll give you the money. You can have as many women as you want!"

"Begging them won't help." Vincent's lazy voice drifted over. "They kill, rob, smuggle, and deal drugs without batting an eye. Letting you go is impossible. No matter how much you beg, they'll still have their way with you before dragging you into the desert and burying you alive."

Rosalie's despair grew so deep she could barely breathe. In agony, she shut her eyes.

A tall figure slowly emerged from the crowd, walking with elegance and steady steps. His gaze, sharp as an arrow, pierced the space between them, his commanding presence exuding strength and authority.

His dark eyes were as deep as the night sky, and they glowed with an unyielding light. "So instead of begging them, you'd be better off begging me."

His voice was magnetic, rich with a vast power that would send a jolt through anyone.

Rosalie opened her eyes, finally getting a clear look at the man approaching.

Before Rosalie could answer, the gang leader immediately snarled, "Vincent, what nonsense are you spouting? You're already in our trap. You can't even save yourself, let alone rescue someone!"

"I have no choice," Vincent replied lazily. "I just can't resist a rich, beautiful woman. I love getting both money and beauty."

His calm tone made the whole situation seem as casual as a dinner conversation, though in reality, his life hung by a thread.

Yet, he showed no trace of fear—only an overwhelming, unshakable confidence. It was like authority was ingrained in him.

"Hah! Vincent, let's see if you still have that resolve after she's dead."

The gang leader aimed his gun at Rosalie's head and put his finger on the trigger.

Rosalie trembled helplessly and closed her eyes in despair.