Chapter 198 Don't Let Me See You
Robert's private yacht docked at Coastal Harbor, a three-hour drive from downtown.
By the time Molly arrived, it was already afternoon.
She had had a medical check-up in the morning and skipped breakfast.
Then, there was an issue with the product, and she had been busy ever since, not even stopping for lunch.
Her stomach now felt like it was burning, not from hunger but from a searing pain.
Molly gave a bitter smile. She had been dealing with this frequently in recent years.
When the body's organs sensed danger, they used various dramatic ways to alert the brain.
Unfortunately, because of Robert's return, she was extremely busy and didn't pay much attention to it.
She missed the best time for treatment.
Now, it was too late for anything.
After getting out of the car, the cold wind of late December cut her face like a knife. She tightened her coat and walked towards the conspicuous super-luxury yacht.
Two black-clad bodyguards stood in front of the yacht, and an invitation was required to board.
Molly dialed Robert's number, and it was quickly answered.
Molly hurriedly said, "Mr. Perot, I'm below your yacht. Can you come down to see me? Or I can come up."
Robert's impatient voice came through as he said, "I said I'm busy today. I don't want to fuck you. Get lost!"
"Just five minutes," Molly persisted.
"Not even five seconds. Today, I'm all Quinn's," Robert coldly refused. "Get lost, don't let me see you."
The call was then hung up.
Molly dialed again, but it went straight to a busy tone. It seemed she had been blocked.
She stood in the cold wind for nearly two hours, and her assistant called to inform her that even the partners whose products had no issues were calling to inquire about the massive returns.
It seemed they wanted to cut ties.
Molly clenched her fists, walked up, and pulled out dozens of bills from her wallet, stuffing them into the hands of the two bodyguards.
The two bodyguards waved their hands, firmly refusing.
Molly understood their concerns and quickly said, "Don't worry. I won't make things difficult for you. Just go up and tell Ms. Cane that Molly wants to see her. If she doesn't want to see me, I'll leave immediately and won't trouble you."
Molly was gambling, betting that Quinn's hatred for her would allow her to go up.
She had to see Robert tonight, no matter what.
The bodyguards hired for the yacht were paid well daily. If Molly wanted them to let her up, it wouldn't work, but if they were passing a message, it wasn't a big deal.
After taking the money, one of the bodyguards went up to ask.
Five minutes later, he came down and said, "Ms. Cane will see you."
Molly knew she had won the bet. She clenched her fists slightly and stepped onto the yacht.
On the deck, Molly saw how grand the birthday party was.
The entire yacht was surrounded by expensive flowers adorned with sparkling crystal lights, and the floor was covered with luxurious Persian carpets. In front of the cockpit, a star chef was preparing unlimited self-service food. The food made Molly have a stronger stomachache.
A waiter led her through the crowd, and soon they found Quinn, who was surrounded by admirers. Next to her stood Robert, dressed in a suit, looking handsome and upright.
Quinn wore a cherry-red dress adorned with luxurious jewelry, exuding the aura of a wealthy heiress.
But everyone knew the Cane family had long since fallen. Quinn had a useless brother who bankrupted the company and left them with billions in debt.
The Cane family still had a place in Northfield solely because Robert supported them.
And he spent money to prop them up so that Quinn could maintain her socialite status.
Quinn leaned against Robert, chatting with friends.
Molly waited for nearly half an hour, and Quinn didn't even glance at her. Instead, she watched Robert attentively block drinks for her, cover her with a coat, and smile indulgently.
Molly stared at the handsome and charming Robert, momentarily dazed.
How long had it been since she saw Robert smile?
Robert had a small dimple at the corner of his mouth, and when he smiled, it softened his fierce demeanor, making him look like a sunny big brother next door.
So he rarely smiled, except when facing Quinn.
After all, the business world was like a battlefield, and the company needed a decisive CEO, not a good-tempered, handsome guy. He knew how to hide his weaknesses.
Only when facing Quinn did Robert put away his sharpness and become the attentive Robert Molly remembered.
A whiff of alcohol wafted over.
There was a creak as if something was ripped.
Molly's white coat was splashed with bright red wine.
Then a voice reeking of alcohol said, "Sorry, beautiful, my hand slipped and spilled it all over you."
Molly looked up. It was Quinn's good-for-nothing brother, Henry Cane.
She recognized him from a previous video.
Before Molly could speak, Henry said, "Let me wipe it for you."
As he spoke, he reached out to touch Molly.
But he had spilled it on Molly's chest, and his lecherous expression made it clear he wanted to take advantage.
Molly immediately stepped back, coldly and politely, saying, "No, thank you."
She had heard of Henry, a notorious womanizer in Northfield with particularly abnormal sexual preferences. It was rumored that he had even killed a woman during sex and spent much money to suppress the news.
Molly once suspected that Robert's tricks were learned from him.
Until one day, she accidentally saw a leaked video and realized Henry's tricks were much worse than Robert's.
Robert, at most, liked to increase interest and enjoyed others begging for mercy.
Henry, on the other hand, really went to extremes, using all sorts of things to hurt.
So Molly felt nauseous at the sight of him, but she knew she couldn't offend him, so she took two steps back, lowered her head, and dodged him.
Henry had no intention of giving up. He came to Quinn's birthday party tonight to find a woman to have fun with.
Seeing Molly's great figure, his eyes were filled with greed.
Moreover, Molly was a genuine heiress, unlike those fake socialites. She stood out with her unique temperament.
Henry was determined to have sex with her.
He took a step forward, grabbed Molly's hand, and stuffed a few bills into her chest, lewdly saying, "No, I insist. I ruined your clothes, so I must compensate you. Come with me downstairs, and I'll get you something better."
By "downstairs," he meant the luxurious restrooms below the yacht, which were like hotel rooms.
Molly felt like a poisonous snake was crawling over her hand, and she couldn't stop trembling.
Immediately, she struggled to break free.
But Henry was drunk and didn't care if she struggled. He dragged her down forcefully.
Robert was about to become his sister's husband, and Robert's yacht was his territory in a way, too.
Even if he did something to this woman now, Robert would clean up the mess for him.
Molly was caught off guard and could only cling to a pillar, shouting for help. But Henry covered her mouth to prevent her from making noise.
Molly couldn't just sit and wait. She reached out to scratch his face, her long nails leaving red marks on Henry's face.
Henry, in pain, raised his hand sharply.
He slapped Molly hard.
"Bitch, who gave you the guts to hurt me!"
As he spoke, he grabbed Molly's hair and slammed her head against the yacht's railing, trying to knock her out.
With a dull thud, Molly felt dizzy.
She hadn't eaten all day, and the impact made her feel like she was about to lose consciousness.
With her eyes closed, she felt a bottle under her and tried to smash it over Henry's head.
But he noticed her move first, snatched the bottle, and sneered, "Do you like this bottle? I'll use it to serve you; how about that?"
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