Chapter 233 Are You an Idiot?
Molly strained to catch Robert's words.
Stomach ulcer? Someone else's kid? And now Leonardo showing up out of nowhere?
So, it was all a setup, one trap after another, aimed right at her.
Why did Molly have an enemy like Quinn, who went to such lengths? Without these accusations, Robert would still torment her. Why all these schemes?
Molly grinned, "Robert, I bet Quinn fed you all this, right? Stomach ulcer, not your kid, and Leonardo. She really went all out with this story and found so many witnesses."
"Shut up!" Robert snapped, his eyes bloodshot. "How dare you mention Quinn! She's nothing like a schemer like you."
In Robert's mind, Quinn was a bit overbearing, but her badness was obvious and straightforward. She wouldn't do such vicious things.
"Robert, whether I have a stomach ulcer or not, you can find out with a proper check. And the child in my belly..."
Molly suddenly went silent. This child was meant to stay with Harrison and Leah.
If Robert knew, he would never let her keep this child.
Robert stared at her, his eyes sharp. "What, you can't even say it? You probably don't even know whose kid it is! Since you like sleeping around so much, I'll fulfill your wish today!"
Robert suddenly lifted Molly with one hand, holding her in his arms.
He noticed how light she was. 'Is this really the weight of a pregnant woman?' he wondered.
She felt lighter than a ten-year-old child.
Molly didn't know what Robert was going to do and was terrified.
She struggled and said, "Robert, where are you taking me? Put me down! You have no right to treat me like this!"
Robert was unmoved. He came to the car and threw her inside.
"No right?" He laughed coldly, took out a stack of documents, and threw them hard at Molly's face. "Take a good look at what this is! Then tell me if I have the right, hmm?"
Molly's face stung from the paper cuts. She picked up a sheet and looked at it carefully. It was a project developed by the Koch Group, and even she, who didn't know much about the law, could see the numerous loopholes.
Her hands trembled as she picked up one sheet after another until the last one, which was signed by Harrison and stamped with the company's seal.
Instantly, Molly's whole body shook violently.
Robert admired her fearful look and mocked coldly, "How about this? Is it enough to make your father die in prison?"
Molly's teeth chattered. "This must be forged. How could my father sign such documents!"
"Forged?" Robert laughed, "There are recordings and videos of the whole process. Your father signed it himself on his sickbed. His most trusted subordinate, Mr. Smith, personally handed it to him, telling him that as long as he signed it, you could still be the heir of the Koch family. He was leaving you an inheritance."
Molly couldn't believe it. "You bribed Marshall?"
Marshall Smith had been Harrison's old friend for over thirty years, highly valued and never mistreated.
Robert sneered, "Bribe him? Marshall came to me, begging for some benefits, saying he was willing to do anything!"
Molly's heart shattered instantly! The seemingly loyal and honest Marshall turned out to be the one who betrayed Harrison the most!
In a frenzy, Molly tore all the papers into tiny bits, shredding them with wild desperation.
Robert leaned against the car, casually lit a cigarette, took a puff, and said through the smoke, "I can still piece them back together after you tear them up!"
Hearing this, Molly went berserk, stuffing the shredded paper into her mouth and swallowing.
She hadn't even finished swallowing one piece when her hands were already shoving in another.
At first, Robert found it amusing, but the more he watched, the more wrong it seemed. She was trying to swallow seven or eight sheets! Was Molly insane?
Robert extinguished his cigarette and reached out to stop her, angrily saying, "Are you out of your mind? Spit it out!"
Molly seemed not to hear, covering her mouth tightly, desperately swallowing.
The dry paper felt like a serrated sickle, tearing her throat with excruciating pain!
Robert gripped her jaw, furious. "Spit it out!"
Molly ignored him, continuing her actions, her throat making horrible sounds from the pain!
Robert had no choice but to use his hand to dig the paper out, cursing as he did, "Are you an idiot? This is a backup. It won't do any good!"
Molly felt like she was going insane.
How could a man as shrewd as Robert possibly give her the original documents?
Molly numbly let Robert dig the paper out of her mouth. Her throat hurt so much, and the paper was covered in blood, coming out in clumps.
Robert dragged her out and poured bottled water down her throat to clean it out.
He poured so much water that Molly was soaked.
She was like a wooden doll, not moving or struggling, letting Robert drench her inside and out.
Leonardo had torn Molly's coat, and underneath was a tight gray sweater, a light gray that only those with exceptionally good skin could pull off.
And Molly happened to have that exceptionally smooth skin. Even though she was gravely ill, her skin remained fair and tender. She was as thin as a stick, yet still curvy, with a waist so slender it seemed it would break with a little force.
Paired with her beautiful face, every part of her was alluring.
Robert's hand holding the water bottle tightened suddenly, and his breathing became heavy.
His other hand was on her waist, and he seemed to be under a spell. He suddenly pulled up her gray sweater, revealing a large expanse of her skin.
The cold air hit her, and Molly suddenly came to her senses. "What are you doing!"
Robert's deep, cold eyes turned red, filled with stinging humiliation. "I haven't slept with you for a few days, and you managed to gather five million dollars. How many men did you sleep with in a day?"
Molly lowered her eyelashes, remaining silent. She couldn't say who gave her the five million dollars.
With her tacit expression in his eyes, Robert's anger flared, his chiseled face darkening with endless shadows.
"A shameless woman like you, how do you think I should treat you?"
He pressed his long leg against the back of her knee, forcing her against the hood of the car, and said viciously, "Bend down!"
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