Chapter 180 His Threat
Molly's face turned pale instantly.
She was wearing lingerie underneath, didn't Robert know?
If she took off her coat, would there be any difference from being naked?
Previously, she was always in professional attire when drinking with clients for business.
Everyone knew she was the daughter of the Koch family. At most, they would make some dirty jokes, but they wouldn't really treat her like a barmaid.
But now, in this kind of entertainment venue, Robert was asking her to take off her clothes and drink with his clients. Did he really want to degrade her as a prostitute?
The other two executives also chimed in, "You are already a prostitute. What's the use of playing reserved? We don't want to see you Standing here in a coat.."
"Yeah, take off your clothes, and I'll pay you."
They laughed lewdly, their mouths spewing filthy words after half a bottle of liquor.
Molly felt like her face was being peeled off, stinging with pain.
Seeing her standing there motionless, Robert suddenly chuckled softly and said, "Ms. Koch has strict family discipline; give her some time to think about it."
"Think? It's boring. Let's call in a few girls to have some fun first." Max clapped his hands, and the young girls arranged by the club filed in. Each of the girls was wearing less than the last.
Max pointed to the two most outstanding beauties in the middle and said, "You two, take good care of Mr. Perot."
When they saw Robert, their eyes lit up.
They hadn't seen one guest more handsome than Robert in half a year.
They didn't hesitate at all, sitting on either side of Robert, placing their hands on his thighs, and coquettishly asked, "Mr. Perot, how do you want to play?"
Max, seeing their drooling expressions, laughed and scolded, "Mr. Perot is incredibly handsome; you're lucky."
Robert didn't refuse, wrapped his arms around them, and even graciously drank from a glass held between one of the girls' breasts.
The wine slid down his throat.
He squinted his eyes at Molly, casually tapping his phone, and asked with a smile, "Ms. Koch, do you need to call your family for permission?"
This warning seemed to trigger some deadly mechanism.
Instantly, Molly felt like her throat was being choked, making it hard to breathe.
She knew that Robert was determined to make her suffer tonight.
If she didn't let him vent his anger, he might take it out on her family.
A barmaid?
Molly's red lips curled into a mocking smile.
Then, as he wished.
She took off her coat, revealing her long, white legs and a large expanse of enticing skin.
The outfit barely covered her private parts.
Her exposed skin made the other girls at the scene gasp.
They didn't wear much. But compared to Molly, they seemed to be wearing a coat. Molly won just by standing there after taking off her clothes.
Sure enough, the eyes of several executives all fell on Molly.
Molly's features were naturally sexy and alluring.
Even though her clothes had very little fabric, her demeanor as a wealthy heiress was not diminished at all; she was completely different from these long-term barmaids.
It seemed she had discarded her dignity. Stepping forward with her enchanting long legs, she gracefully approached the executives and picked up a glass of wine.
"Gentlemen, please forgive me for ignorance of the rules on my first day. I'll take a drink as an apology."
With that, she raised the glass, tilted her slender, enticing neck, and drank it up in one go.
After that, she didn't forget to stick out her tongue and lick the crimson wine stains off her lips, which made the simple action extremely seductive.
Seeing this, the executives all showed greedy expressions.
Clearly, the beauty in front of them was a rare gem!
Robert looked up and saw Max drooling beside him.
Instantly, his handsome face darkened, and his chest felt inexplicably stuffy.
He raised his hand to rub his temples, thinking he must be disgusted by Molly's shamelessness.
Robert's eyes grew even colder. Even with beauties in his arms, his expression didn't improve.
He watched coldly to see what other shocking actions she would take.
Max, driven by lust, pulled out several thick bundles of dollars from his bag, pushed away the woman beside him, and pointed to the spot next to him.
"Come, sit here. If you serve me well, all this money is yours."
After a drink, Molly had a stronger stomachache.
She glanced at Robert out of the corner of her eye. His shirt had three buttons undone, and the woman beside him already had her hand inside.
His handsome face showed a look of pleasure. He was clearly very satisfied.
Molly turned her head, pinched her palm, obediently sat next to Max, and said with a seductive smile, "All right, I'm yours tonight."
Max took the opportunity to wrap his arm around her slender waist and pulled her into his embrace, groping her hard.
Molly's brows furrowed tightly, but she quickly concealed it.
Max's hot, murky breath sprayed all over her face as he excitedly said, "I like open women."
Molly's red lips pressed tightly together. And her disgust toward these men intensified. She pretended to drink to avoid Max's lecherous advances. "Sir, let me serve you a drink."
Max pinched her slender wrist, tilted his head back, took down the wine, and then leaned in to try to kiss her.
Molly slightly dodged, and said with a charming smile, "Mr. Robinson, let's have another drink."
Max, his mind wandering, touched her tender hand and asked, "What's your name?"
Molly's red lips curled up bit by bit, her eyes filled with mockery, and she laughed, "You can call me Momo."
Instantly, Robert's eyes, hidden in the light, darkened.
That was the nickname he used to call her when they were passionately in love.
Back then, Molly held his face and said affectionately, "In this lifetime, I'll only let you call me Momo."
But now she casually told it to an older man she had just met a few minutes ago.
Robert's Adam's apple bobbed, and an uncontrollable irritation surged up.
He thoguht, 'She really is a cheap and wanton whore.'
The other executives, seeing Molly's charming demeanor, couldn't hold back either.
They all pulled out thick wads of cash and threw them on the table.
One man even directly threw a bundle of cash at Molly's face, the thick stack tightly bound.
Molly felt like half her face was swollen from the impact.
The drunken man said, "Max, don't hog this beauty all to yourself. Momo should serve us, too."
"That's right, let's all enjoy the fun together."
Molly had never experienced such humiliation before.
Previously, it was only Robert who humiliated her, but now he had brought her out to let others humiliate her for fun.
Molly felt extremely bitter inside, but her back remained straight, and her face always wore a faint smile.
All Robert wanted was to see her being brutally humiliated to fill the twisted corners of his heart.
If she complied, it would only make him more insatiable and accelerate the Koch family's downfall.
Molly knew she couldn't satisfy him.
In desperation, people can be pushed to endure beyond their limits.
Molly was at that point now.
Even though she was barely clothed and in a sorry state, her unyielding pride still shone through.
Even in a lowly position as a barmaid, she could make people overlook her lowliness, effortlessly appearing as if she were the queen in control of the entire scene.
She looked at the twisted faces of the men around her, picked up a glass of wine, and smiled radiantly, "Don't worry, I'll make sure everyone has a good time tonight."
With that, she started drinking, using it as a way to fend off some of the men's lecherous advances.
But she couldn't fend off all of them. Now, her bare back was covered with uneven bruises.
Some men were rougher, and the marks they left were already starting to swell.
However, she could still take it. After all, Robert had made her experience even harsher torture.
What these men did was nothing to her.
As Molly became slightly tipsy, her seductive allure became even more apparent.
She unconsciously glanced in Robert's direction, and then quickly looked away.
She then filled her glass again, picked up the bottle, and went around toasting one by one.
Finally, she was so drunk that she walked directly to Robert, poured a full glass, and said seductively, "Mr. Perot, Momo... toasts you."
Her speech was a bit slurred, and she didn't care how ugly Robert's expression was. She tilted her neck back and drank it up.
Robert's face grew colder and colder. He completely forgot that it was he who had started all this.
How dare she flaunt herself in such a sexy outfit!
No one could be more shameless than her.
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