Chapter 181 I Didn't Expect You to Have a Thing for Younger Men
The private room quickly filled with an oppressive coldness.
But Molly seemed oblivious, pulling Max and a few other clients close, arms around each other, drinking in a circle.
Her eyes were full of seductive charm, an increasingly intense allure.
Max couldn't hold back any longer.
He was willing to die on her if it came to that.
His whole body restless, his libido on, he suddenly yanked Molly over and pressed her onto the sofa.
The others, also drunk, stumbled over and were unwilling to be left out.
"Count me in."
"Max! It's not fair to hog her all to yourself."
They laughed lewdly, pouncing on her like wolves.
A bottle flew and hit Max on the head.
Blood dripped onto Molly's face and her eyes, making her nauseous.
But she hadn't eaten dinner, so all she could vomit was blood.
With Max's head bleeding profusely, it was hard to tell whose blood on the ground was.
Max clutched his forehead, cursing, "Who did this? You bastard. How dare you hit me; You're dead."
Max got another hit.
Instantly, his screams echoed through the room.
The other two fell to the ground, shouting, "Where's security?"
Robert wiped the wine off his hand, stood up with a bottle of red wine, and roared, "Get the hell out of here."
These men didn't understand what had angered him.
But there was a better time to figure it out. They helped each other up and staggered out.
The girls also fled.
The next second, Robert walked over to Molly.
She lay shamelessly on the sofa, even smiling at him.
The entire bottle of red wine was poured over Molly's face and body, washing away the blood that wasn't hers.
Then, a large hand firmly gripped her jaw.
Robert gritted his teeth. "Are you sober now?"
Molly choked on the wine, responding with a series of coughs.
"Momo?" Robert's grip tightened, almost crushing her bones. "Molly, you've really outdone yourself this time."
Molly said under her breath, "Mr. Perot, isn't this what you wanted?"
He just wanted to humiliate her.
Molly couldn't understand why he was still unhappy.
Her stomach felt like it was burning, the pain making her face contort.
She clutched her stomach, the mix of drunkenness and pain forcing her to say, "No reward for such a dedicated employee. Mr. Perot, what kind of boss are you?"
Robert snapped, "Shut up!"
Robert's veins bulged as he tore off her lingerie and covered her with his suit.
Molly giggled, "Mr. Perot, do you fuck me, too?"
She counted on her fingers, losing track. "You'll have to wait in line, Mr. Robinson, Mr. Adams, Mr. Hall... you're the sixth."
Robert was beyond furious.
He roared, "Molly!"
Molly seemed not to understand, her eyes crinkling with laughter. She said, "You have to pay! Damn it, you have to pay me!"
His rage erupted like a volcano.
Robert's handsome face darkened as he said, "You want to sleep with me so badly? Fine!"
With that, Robert tore off the suit covering her and unleashed the beast within his body.
He was filled with anger, showing no mercy while fucking. He only wanted to make her suffer more.
Robert was completely enraged, his drunkenness and anger masking his true feelings.
This despicable woman had made his heart flutter again, shaking his resolve.
He was such a fool.
Robert's large hand tightened as he bit her neck.
How laughable! he had been deceived by her again.
This heartless woman had betrayed, hurt, deceived, and toyed with him!
He wouldn't let her off easily!
He would show her what the hell was like!
Molly's stomach felt like it was being burned by alcohol, her body in agony. She gritted her teeth, refusing to give in, and said under her breath, "Mr. Perot, you're just a bully with women."
Robert said with a cold smile, "I heard you have a man you like?"
Molly sobered up, firmly denying, "No."
Robert's face was cold, breathing heavily. "Is his name Kyle Scott?"
Molly's body stiffened.
Robert's eyes narrowed.
He stood up, fastened his pants, and looked down at her. "Shall I take you to see him?"
Molly's expression froze, trying to stay calm, and said, "Robert, Kyle is my doctor. Don't get him into trouble, okay?"
Robert's eyes went cold as he said, "You call him so affectionately. I never thought you like a man younger than you."
Molly spoke mechanically, "Robert, you are unreasonable!"
Robert snapped, "Unreasonable?"
Robert's voice was harsh as he said, "When we see Kyle, he can see how unreasonable you are!"
He picked up the suit from the ground, wrapped her in it, and threw her over his shoulder.
Molly frantically hit his back, cursing, "Robert, you lunatic! Put me down!"
Robert threw her into the car and sped to Crescent Moon Medical Center.
Kyle was on duty for tonight's emergency surgery.
Molly sensed something was off, stared at Robert, and explained again, "Robert, he has nothing to do with me; I swear to God."
Robert looked at her panicked expression and said in a sinister voice, "Does your swear mean anything?"
The next second, he dragged Molly into the emergency room.
Molly fell hard to the ground.
Kyle, who had been sitting on a bench, stood up immediately at the noise.
Seeing who it was, he panicked. He ran over to help Molly up and asked, "What happened?"
As he helped her up, Molly quickly whispered, "Kyle, we are not that close."
Then, she immediately shook off Kyle's hands.
Kyle was caught off guard but understood when he saw the man behind her.
He regained his composure, asking, "Where are you hurt?"
Molly clutched Robert's suit tightly, not speaking, her exposed legs covered in marks.
Robert spoke slowly and maliciously, "Mr. Scott, can you treat a reopened wound?"
Kyle saw the provocation, calmly replying, "Yes."
Robert suddenly let out a twisted laugh. "Fine, help her. I'll watch."
Kyle concluded, "Just some ointment will do."
Kyle calmly registered the medication on the computer and looked up at Robert. "Sir, you can fetch it."
Robert smirked and left.
Kyle didn't approach, standing behind the computer, and asked Molly, "How can I help you?"
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