Chapter 143 Estranged
In an instant, Francis' expression turned gloomy.
Harper looked pale. Having been with Francis for two years, she knew well that Francis hated lies.
However, on second thought, they only had a few chances to interact in the future. It didn't matter if he knew, and it didn't matter if he hated her. Moreover, it was best if he didn't even want to see her.
It's best not to disturb each other.
Molly stood directly in front of Harper and looked at Francis warily. "You've made Harper suffer so much. If she wants you dead, is there a problem? If a man made me suffer like this, I would kill him myself."
Molly naturally defended her best friend, especially since Harper was not at fault. It was Francis who had wronged her.
Francis' face was excessively stern, and he did not say a word.
A week after their last meeting, he appeared to have lost weight, and his face still bore signs of illness.
Thinking back to the day Victor mentioned Francis coughing up blood and passing out, she initially thought it was some trick, but now it seemed more likely to be true.
Seeing a rare, vulnerable side of him, she couldn't help but feel emotional fluctuations.
After all, he was someone she had once loved deeply. And it was hard to remain indifferent.
Harper knew her flaw was her good temper. She couldn't bring herself to be too ruthless towards others.
Despite the illness, Francis' noble demeanor remained intact, and his face was still handsome.
Harper thought he would at least question her a few times, and she was prepared to respond.
But he only gave her a sharp look at first and then completely ignored her.
He directly stepped past her and walked away as if he didn't even know her.
It was as if he was responding to Harper's divorce statement and saying he never wanted to see her again.
Although this was what Harper wanted, to get estranged from him.
However, although she wanted to keep a distance from him, she still left a faint bitterness in her heart after seeing him so cold.
Time was so terrible. Many emotions of hers had already seeped deep into her, which could rise naturally without a stimulus.
Taking a deep breath, Harper blinked.
It's better this way. They should have no more entanglements.
Robert glanced at Francis, and his expression went grim. As he passed Molly, he said, "Wait. We are not over."
Molly's expression instantly turned pale.
Outside the bar, since both Molly and Harper had been drinking, Molly called for a designated driver.
She first dropped Harper off and then voluntarily went to Robert's apartment.
At the apartment's entrance, she felt trepidation. Robert had too many ways to torture her.
Closing her eyes, she pressed the doorbell, and the door opened automatically.
Molly stepped inside and thought she should behave well and get it over with quickly.
Robert, who was dressed in a suit, stood with his back to her by the floor-to-ceiling window.
Upon hearing her enter, he turned around, and his eyes were cold as if he had just emerged from hell.
"Molly, you've done some good deeds recently," Robert said in a flat tone, but it sent shivers down her spine.
Molly couldn't figure out what he knew, so she pretended ignorance. "What are you talking about?"
Robert pulled out a stack of photos and viciously threw them at her face, and the sharp corners cut her ear.
"The man you met the night before last was Mr. Smith from Crimson Technologies, yesterday afternoon was Mr. Johnson, and today at noon was Mr. Williams..."
He paused to sneer and said, "Molly, how could you manage your time so well?"
In an instant, Molly felt extremely panicked.
He knew about her alliance. She was in deep trouble.
Molly panicked, with only one thought in her mind: she was done for.
Without thinking, she turned to run out, and she was driven by an instinctual fear.
Robert immediately grabbed her by the back of her neck and forcefully pressed her face against the floor-to-ceiling window.
His thin lips pressed against her ear from behind and menacingly asked, "Where did they touch you?"
In an instinctive fear, Molly's face was distorted by the pressure of the thick glass, and she felt Robert binding her hands with an iron chain from behind.
She had a hunch that Robert was about to go mad again, and when he did, he might kill her.
Trembling all over, Molly struggled to explain, "They didn't touch me. They didn't."
But Robert wouldn't believe her. He detested those who were not under his control.
"I hate it when others touch my toys."
Robert's eyes were dark and cruel, and he reached for a bottle of champagne from the liquor cabinet as his handsome face was filled with cruelty. "Since you're dirty, let me disinfect you," he said.
Molly's mind went blank in an instant.
She shouted, "Robert, you're insane. Let me go."
A cold smile played on Robert's lips as he pressed his leg against her, and his tone was chilling as he said, "What do you think?"
Molly's head was against the glass as she watched his sharply defined fingers press the champagne bottle's cork. He was waiting for the fine bubbles to rise slowly.
Molly's fear erupted, and her eyes were wide open as he said, "Robert, you're insanely crazy."
More precisely, he was a ruthless zombie.
The champagne cork popped.
The aromatic alcohol sprayed out and landed on Molly's head, body, and eyes, which almost blinded her.
Every hair on her body stood on end from the stimulation.
Behind her, Robert, in his suit and leather shoes, looked as sinister as a demon.
He enjoyed watching her pale and broken expression. All his malice was revealed as he said, "This is just the beginning. You just take it."
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