Apocalypse Prefer the Beast World Real Estate Market (Joyread) novel Chapter 142

Chapter 142 Cramped Hideout

“Cameron, go back up Julien and the others. Leon can stay here with me.”

Cameron’s eyes widened.

“Matriarch, Leon just recovered. He’s too weak to take on Harris by himself!”

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Rosalie pointed behind the boulder they were hiding behind. There was a hollow space under it -big enough for two people to squeeze into. Cover it with dry grass and branches, and no one would notice.

But Cameron still refused. He crossed his arms and frowned stubbornly. “Matriarch, no matter what you say, I won’t agree. I am not risking your safety.”

Rosalie rarely saw him being this stubborn, She was helpless, but Gael and Elijah couldn’t hold out much longer. Every second they wasted here made things more dangerous.

Her expression turned serious. She stood up and stepped right in front of Cameron, close, her eyes locked on his.

Cameron pressed his lips together and turned his face away, refusing to meet her eyes.

She cupped his face in her hands. Her voice was soft but firm. “Cammo, the longer we wait, the more dangerous it gets. Instead of wasting time here, you should hurry over so we can get this done.”

Cameron’s eyes darted around. He wanted to argue. “But-”

Before he could finish, Rosalie kissed him, cutting him off.

“Cammo, trust me this once. I’ll be fine.”

His face flushed, but he still looked torn.

Rosalie grabbed his hand and passed it to Julien. “Take him. Move. Be quick. I can’t hold things here for long.”

Cameron shot Rosalie one last long look, then followed Julien.

Rosalie whispered in her heart, Stay safe.

‘She wasn’t sure when it started, but she’d begun to worry about these beastmen. At first, she only agreed to be with them because they wouldn’t leave her alone, but now she was crying, laughing, and worrying about them for real.

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Chapter 142 Cramped Hideout

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Rosalie sighed and pulled out the last bit of catnip from her pocket. The second the smell bit the air, Leon’s cars popped out, and his eyes lit пр.

She almost forgot-Leon was a black panther. Of course, he’d react to stuff like this.

She pinched a tiny bit of the powder and rubbed it on Leon’s nose. He took a long, blissful breath. “Matriarch, what is this?”

Rosalie didn’t know how to explain it, so she just used the name people in her past life called it.

“It’s catnip. Cats love it. You black panthers count as kin to cats, right?”

As they talked, she sprinkled the catnip in the opposite direction, trying to lead Harris away.

Leon practically glued himself to her. Then he just shifted into his black panther form and let Rosalie sit on his back while she sprinkled it around.

It was way faster to spread the bait while riding a black panther.

She took the last bits of catnip and scattered them around the cave entrance, then trailed some along a path leading away from it.

If she only made one trail, it’d look suspicious. So at the crossroads, she scattered it in several different directions. That should keep Harris busy for a while.

Once the catnip was spread, she pulled Leon into the tight space beneath the big rock. She covered the opening with dry branches and leaves. From the outside, nothing looked out of place.

Inside, it was incredibly cramped. With Rosalie and a tall beastman squeezed in together, there was no room to even turn around.

Rosalie had to press against Leon, feeling the heat of his body.

She leaned closer, feeling the hard lines of his muscles against her.

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