Chapter 145 Win or Lose?
Molly said in a leisurely voice, "Do you think Quinn would cry if she saw this photo?"
Robert's hostility was evident. "You can try."
Molly chuckled with a hint of sarcasm in her eyes and said, "So Mr. Perot could be afraid. Then how could you make love with me? Last time in your closet, I could clearly hear her very seductive moans. Is it that you can't satisfy her, or she can't satisfy you?"
Molly paused for a second and continued to say, "Or is it, Mr. Perot, that you just love a woman like me?"
Her words were tactless and carried a hint of disdain towards Quinn.
Robert's face exuded coldness. "Don't mention her. You are not even worthy to be compared to a woman like her."
After hearing such words repeatedly, Molly became indifferent.
"Mr. Perot sure knows how to have fun. Considering that you can sleep with so many women in one day, you are really strong."
Thinking of him with Quinn, Molly felt a disgust she had never experienced before.
She was disgusted with Robert, with Quinn, and with herself.
The main culprit behind all this was the man in front of her.
She wanted to find a way to get away from him. And she didn't want to see this man again.
Molly pulled him up and asked, "Mr. Perot, do you really love Quinn?"
Robert's buttocks pressed against his thighs, and he was in a kneeling position like a condemned criminal.
He detested this posture greatly. He had been taken advantage of and forced into this position because he was new when he was abroad.
Because he refused to compromise, he had his spine forcibly broken, and even now, there were nails inside him.
He was gloomy. "Molly, do you want to die?"
"Answer my question," Molly said.
"Of course, I love her," Robert answered without hesitation.
Molly sarcastically laughed, "Robert, if you love her, then why did you have sex with me? It seems your love is so worthless."
Robert sneered as he said, "To me, having sex with you is like having sex with a prostitute."
He couldn't see Molly's current expression, but he assumed she was pleased.
Did she not consider the consequences of him unlocking the chains?
Robert's anger flared, and he coldly said, "Do you even know what you are? Have I ever treated you like a human being? You are just a tool for me to satisfy my needs."
Molly slapped Robert hard across the face.
It was crisp, satisfying, and truly delightful.
Robert's cheek burned. And even in his worst moments abroad, no woman had ever slapped him before. This woman was truly bold.
Blindfolded, he couldn't hide the overflowing hostility, his teeth grinding loudly as he said, "Molly, do you really want to die?"
In the next moment, Molly's soft head buried into Robert's chest, and her warm tears were flowing down his cold, strong chest as if seeping into his heart.
"Robert, I love you so much. Why do you treat me like this?"
"I love you. Do you know that, you jerk?"
Robert stiffened, looking bewildered.
What was she saying? Did she still love him, or was she mocking him?
He really wanted to tell her to leave now, but his lips seemed sealed and would not open no matter how hard he tried.
Molly held his chin, passionately kissed his lips, and said in the most affectionate tone, "Robert, I love you. I hate myself for still loving you, but I'm just that useless."
A tear dropped onto his face, and his lips went wet and salty.
As if he was struck, he found himself wanting to taste her tears.
Suddenly, Robert deeply regretted giving her the opportunity to control him because now, he was finding it hard to resist her.
This needed to be corrected.
In his eyes, she was still that despicable plaything, a lowly prostitute, and he would never change that view in his lifetime.
Yes, that was it.
Robert seemed to be brainwashing himself.
He kept trying to change his thoughts, but he didn't know what expression Molly had as she was crying in his arms.
If his eyes weren't covered, he would see that there was no emotion in Molly's eyes but extreme indifference.
Every word she spoke seemed rehearsed, as if she had silently rehearsed them in her mind beforehand.
She said, "I hate you, Robert. I hate that you no longer love me."
After saying this, she slammed the key to the chains and ran out.
Downstairs, Molly hailed a taxi, turned off her phone, and trembled all over as she asked the driver, "Could you give me a cigarette?"
The driver handed her one, which she didn't light but just held near her lips to inhale the scent of tobacco.
The familiar scent gave her the illusion that her father was by her side and gave her strength.
Her father had been in a coma for half a month, and she didn't have much time left with him.
She was curious to know if the drama she had just played would work on Robert.
All she had to do next was watch his reaction to see if she'd won or not.
If she won, she could live a peaceful life.
If she lost, she would go to hell with Robert.
On Thursday, Harper received a response to the resume she sent out, which invited her for an interview.
Her outstanding academic achievements and various certifications from the university were her strengths.
The interview went smoothly, and both companies accepted her.
In the end, Harper chose Academic Innovations Inc. because it was a nationwide chain with greater growth potential.
The HR department at Academic Innovations Inc. informed her that she could start next Monday.
Harper took out her phone and wanted to share this good news with Molly and celebrate over dinner.
At that moment, her phone rang.
Harper looked closely and saw it was a call from the neighbor at Silvercrest. The woman was called.
She had asked the neighbor to look after the old house, so she had left her contact information.
"Hello, Mrs. Caldwell, what's the matter?" Harper answered.
On the other end, Seraphina's voice sounded panicked as she said, "Harper, come back now and see, Delaney's grave has been splashed with red paint."
Instantly, Harper's face turned pale.
Seraphina couldn't explain clearly over the phone and just urged her to come back.
Harper was completely flustered. She trembled as she tried to buy a ticket, only to find that all the tickets for today were sold out.
In her moment of panic, a black Bentley pulled up steadily in front of her.
The window rolled down, and Harper was stunned at the sight of the person inside.
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