Chapter 112 Welcome to My Hell
Robert's eyes were filled with anger as he said, "Molly, don't push your luck!"
Molly couldn't help but smile. "In these three years, you didn't marry. I may not be noble, but I won't be a mistress."
Quinn's only desire was to become Robert's bride and make Molly's life miserable. But Molly was determined not to become the woman everyone would scorn.
Robert's rage surged. "Who do you think you are? Whether I marry or not, you will be mine to toy with!"
"Robert, I'm not negotiating with you. Anyway, you won’t let the Koch family go. If we can't come to an agreement, then I have to end it by jumping down here," Molly said, her voice soft but persistent.
Robert suddenly smiled. He enjoyed the idea of a relentless struggle.
"I promise you," he said, taking a step forward and extending his hand. Without hesitation, Molly took his hand, leaped out of the window, and landed in his embrace.
Robert quickly threw her onto the bed, pressing her under him. He touched her waist and sneered. "Molly, you're provoking me. I'll make you wish you were dead. Don't regret it."
Robert's voice no longer had a trace of gentleness. It was extremely cold!
He pressed Molly down heavily and spoke word by word, "Molly, welcome to my hell!"
Molly, with a seductive smile, whispered, "Robert, I've been in hell long before you since the moment you stopped loving me, since the moment you fell for someone else, and since the moment you let others humiliate me. My life had been a living hell long ago!"
Molly's words were filled with pain and resentment. The hospital bed's rhythmic sounds provided a stark contrast to the tumultuous emotions in the room. Pain and pleasure intertwined, making Molly feel as if she was on the brink of death. But the spark of life within her reminded her that she was still alive.
Robert lifted Molly's chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. His impeccable appearance, coupled with the scar on his forehead, gave him an aura of danger.
"Focus on our lovemaking," he commanded, his voice laced with a hint of madness.
Molly teased, "Robert, you disappointed me. There is no joy but pain." Robert's cold laughter filled the room as he pressed the call button with one hand.
"You like something new, don't you? Let me call someone to join us." Unexpectedly, Molly said, "Sure, why don't you call your fiancée to join us?"
Robert's anger flared, and he covered her mouth, his voice filled with frustration. "Are you trying to provoke me?"
The sound of urgent knocking interrupted their exchange. "Hello, is everything alright?"
Despite the nurse's repeated calls, there was no response from inside, only muffled sounds.
Molly couldn't help but laugh, "Robert, you're such a coward. You locked the door." Robert was infuriated by her audacity, but he couldn't deny the thrill of their confrontation.
Molly was no longer the meek woman he used to know and was now a formidable opponent. "Robert, I won't lose," she said confidently.
Robert raised an eyebrow mockingly. "I'll be waiting for you to beg me."
Little did he know that Molly had never intended to beg for his mercy. He thought three years would be enough time to torture her. As Molly lay in his arms listlessly, he found himself willing to trade his own life for hers. The deep love he once felt was overshadowed by his overwhelming hatred, leading him to destroy her.
Inside the office of the Getty Group, Victor reported his conversation with Harper to Francis. "Investigate it thoroughly," Francis instructed with a deep gaze. "And suppress all the false news from the birthday party," he added.
When Victor had just walked out, he happened to run into Sunny. He said. "Sunny, copy the surveillance footage of the chairman’s office in the past week."
Sunny felt a moment of panic, but he maintained his composure and replied, "Sure, Victor."
Soon, Sunny delivered the copied footage to Victor. Victor then asked him, "Has it been difficult taking care of Chloe recently?"
Sunny shook his head and said, "Not at all. It's my duty."
Victor nodded and continued, "Mr. Getty said you no longer have to take orders from Chloe and can stay in the company."
"Why?" Sunny almost blurted out.
Victor furrowed his brow. "Don't you want to return to the company?"
Sensing something amiss, Sunny quickly changed his tone. "Of course not. It's just too sudden."
Victor's tone was meaningful as he said, "I thought you had developed feelings for Chloe."
"How could that be? Chloe has a bad temper. I can't wait to go back to the company," Sunny replied.
"Alright, from now on, we have nothing to do with Chloe's affairs, and you don't have to listen to her orders," Victor added. "This is Mr. Getty’s order," he emphasized.
"Okay, Victor." After Sunny left, Victor looked at his meticulously styled hair, paused for a moment, and then turned to his office.
In the hospital, Harper was granted permission to take a ten-minute walk. To her surprise, she ran into Keith, who was wearing a black sweater and khaki pants and looking as youthful as a college student.
They stood facing each other. Keith spoke first, his tone filled with concern. "Why are you here at the hospital again?"
Harper pointed to her belly and explained, "Just a routine check-up."
"And you?" she asked.
Keith pointed to his arm and joked, "Just a regular follow-up examination."
Upon hearing that, Harper was seized by guilt. She apologized, "I'm sorry, Keith."
Keith didn't think much of it and said, "Don't worry about it."
He humorously defused the situation. "It was all voluntary. No one forced me." But the more he said that the guiltier Harper became. She looked up at him and said, "Keith, let me buy you a cup of coffee."
For some reason, Keith felt a faint sense of unease, but he readily agreed. As they sat down, Harper ordered freshly squeezed juice for herself and coffee for Keith.
Keith's gaze lingered on Harper's delicate fingers. He was lost in thought. He thought about the absurd dream he had that night, where he held onto one of those fingers and felt like he was in heaven. How could this be? Getting close to her was just part of the plan. How could he, someone who despised women, easily develop feelings for a woman? Keith furrowed and asked, "Harper, the news said that Mr. Getty and Chloe are going to be together. What does that mean?"
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