MY SUGAR MUMMY IS A BEAUTIFUL VAMPIRE

Chapter 235: He's free?!

Elena seeing Tessa seemingly struck with paralysis called out to her., her voice echoed through the spacious condo, each call growing more insistent. "Tessa? Tessa, are you alright?"

Tessa snapped out of her daze, blinking rapidly as she turned towards Elena. She forced a smile onto her face, though her eyes still held a glimmer of shock.

Elena offered a sympathetic smile and approached Tessa. "I'm sorry about the door issue, Tessa. I'll make sure to send a handyman over to take a look at it as soon as possible."

Tessa nodded, her gaze flickering briefly towards Blake, who was quietly enjoying his pancakes. Her mind was still reeling from the unexpected sight of him.

"Thank you, Elena," Tessa managed to say, her voice slightly shaky as she turned to leave the condo. Her footsteps were hasty, eager to put some distance between herself and the bewildering encounter.

As Tessa continued her brisk pace along the beach, her fists clenched in excitement, she couldn't help but mutter the name "Blake Shelton" to herself over and over again. It felt surreal, as if saying his name would wake her up from a dream if she was indeed dreaming.

"Blake Shelton," she repeated, each utterance carrying a mix of disbelief and exhilaration. "Blake Shelton... Free and well."

The waves crashed against the shore, their rhythmic cadence providing a backdrop to Tessa's internal turmoil. She couldn't shake the feeling of astonishment that coursed through her with every step she took. This was no hallucination, no figment of her imagination. Blake Shelton was real, tangible, right here on this exotic island.

Her mind raced with a flurry of questions, each one more urgent than the last. How had he managed to evade capture? What role did Rose Shelly play in his sudden reappearance because she knew for a fact that the powerful CEO she knew to be Rose had her ways. And most importantly, what did this mean for the intricate web of lies and deceit that had ensnared them all?

As Tessa continued her brisk pace along the beach, her fists clenched in excitement, she couldn't help but feel a surge of triumph coursing through her veins. She had been right all along. She had told her ex, Josh, time and time again that Rose Shelly was too powerful to have been toppled easily.

And now, standing on the precipice of truth, she felt a sense of vindication unlike any she had experienced before.

"Rose Shelly," she muttered to herself, the name carrying weight and significance beyond measure. "You thought you could outsmart us all, but not on my watch."

Every piece of the puzzle was falling into place, each revelation confirming what she had suspected all along. Everything had seemed too easy, too convenient. But now, with Blake Shelton in the flesh and clearly not in prison, it all made sense.

A surge of adrenaline fueled her steps as she quickened her pace, the sand shifting beneath her feet. She couldn't believe it. Blake Shelton, the supposed criminal mastermind, was here, alive and well, enjoying the freedom he didn't deserve.

But amidst the thrill of being right, there was an underlying sense of unease. If Rose was truly behind Blake's sudden appearance on the island, then what else was she capable of? Was there no limit to her power and influence? The thought sent shivers down Tessa's spine, reminding her of the dangerous game she found herself unwittingly embroiled in.

The discrepancy between Blake's supposed incarceration and his current luxurious lifestyle only added fuel to the fire of Tessa's suspicions. It was inconceivable that someone serving time in prison could be living so lavishly, indulging in pancakes on an exotic island while others languished behind bars.

It was a stark reminder of the stark inequalities and injustices that lurked beneath the surface of society.

As Tessa continued to walk, her thoughts spiraled further into the unknown. Was there anyone she could trust? How deep did Rose's influence reach? And most importantly, what was she going to do about it?

With each step, Tessa felt the weight of responsibility pressing down on her shoulders. She couldn't ignore what she had seen, nor could she turn a blind eye to the implications of Rose's actions. But at the same time, she was just one person, a mere mortal caught in the crossfire of supernatural forces beyond her comprehension.

Yet, despite the fear and uncertainty that gripped her, Tessa couldn't shake the glimmer of determination that burned within her. She may not have all the answers, but wait...

Something else wasn't adding up. Elena, the supposed owner of the resort, had always seemed suspiciously familiar to Tessa. There was something about her demeanor, her presence, that set off alarm bells in Tessa's mind.

She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but there was an air of authority about Elena that seemed out of place for someone running a simple beach resort. Tessa's instincts told her that Elena was more than just a businesswoman – she was a key player in whatever game was unfolding on the island.

As she made her way back to her suite, Tessa's thoughts whirled with possibilities. If Elena was indeed involved in whatever scheme was afoot, then she needed to gather as much information as possible before confronting her. But where to start?

Tessa knew she needed to tread carefully. Confronting someone as powerful as Elena without solid evidence could be dangerous. She needed to gather more intel, piece together the puzzle, before making any bold moves.

Once inside the safety of her room, Tessa wasted no time in springing into action. With practiced ease, she scanned the room for any signs of surveillance, ensuring that she was truly alone before picking up the phone to make a call.

Her contact, a prison warden with access to valuable information, answered on the other end. Tessa wasted no time in getting straight to the point. "Hey, it's me," she said, her voice low and urgent. "I need a favor."

She went on to ask her contact to confirm the status of Blake's incarceration discreetly. If anyone could uncover the truth behind Blake's disappearance, it was her well-placed source within the prison system.

A tense silence hung in the air as Tessa waited for her contact to respond. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, her contact spoke up, confirming that Blake was indeed incarcerated at that very moment.

'That can't be,' Tessa thought.