Chapter 241 Death
Keith gently wiped Harper's tears with his thumb and said softly, "If I'd known it was you, I would've claimed you sooner. You mean a lot to me, you know?"
In his darkest memories, only Harper made him feel human and alive.
Harper's tears kept flowing. She didn't get what Keith was saying; it was all a blur.
Thinking of the people outside, she shouted, "Help! Help..."
Keith covered her mouth with his hand and chuckled, "They won't hear you, and even if they do, they can't come in, okay?"
Despair gripped Harper's heart. Keith had set her up; it was all a trap.
Keith pressed his finger to her lips. "Be good; give me your body. I'll be better than him."
He'd take care of her, so it wouldn't be too bad.
Seeing Keith pressing down on her again, Harper panicked and asked, "Keith, do you like me?"
Keith's eyes burned as he blurted out, "Yes, I like you a lot. I want everything about you."
Harper sensed Keith's obsession and tried to reason with him.
"If you like me, you should respect me and not force me."
Keith's eyes darkened. "Since I was a kid, I've preferred things people threw away, so I learned one thing. Love is possession."
"It's not like that. If you possess me, I'll hate you, you know?"
Keith paused and said softly, "I don't want you to hate me."
Harper seized the moment. "I don't like you. If you touch me, I'll hate you to my core!"
"You like Francis?" Keith's deep voice carried a hint of mockery. "Is he better than me?"
Harper closed her eyes and shook her head. "I don't like anyone right now."
"Liar," Keith said. "You like him."
During their conversation, Harper felt Keith's grip loosen. Taking advantage, she kneed him between his legs!
Keith groaned and let go of her.
Harper pushed him off the couch and stomped hard on his legs.
Keith's face twisted in pain, turning pale as cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
Harper had stomped on his wound!
She got to her feet and moved far away from him.
She did it on purpose. She remembered where his wound was, and it hadn't healed yet, bleeding profusely, quickly soaking his black trousers.
Harper wasn't someone to mess with. She hated what Keith had done!
She stared coldly at Keith's face and said harshly, "If there's a next time, I'll send you to jail myself!"
With that, she pulled the door open, ready to leave.
Outside, the secretary and two bodyguards blocked her way.
The secretary looked at Keith for instructions. "Mr. Bolton?"
Harper's face changed drastically. She hadn't expected that no one around Keith was normal; they actually intended to kidnap her.
Keith slowly got to his feet and walked to the couch. As he wiped his sweat, a bit of blood smeared on his face, making him look both charming and dangerous.
He put on his glasses, regained his gentle demeanor, and said slowly, "Harper, I'm not forcing you. You have one night to think about it. Molly might not make it to tomorrow."
Harper's face instantly turned pale.
After setting Harper free, the secretary brought in a medical kit to treat Keith's wound. She carefully cut open the blood-stained pants with scissors.
As the secretary wiped the wound with an alcohol swab, her movements were exceptionally gentle, and her gaze could be described as infatuated.
She had always thought Keith wasn't into women, but now she wondered if she had a chance.
Thinking this, she became even more meticulous, and her chest brushed against Keith's thigh.
Keith wasn't clueless about this.
He lifted the secretary's chin with his fingers and squinted. "Do you want to sleep with me?"
The secretary looked at Keith's face, the blood on his cheek making him dangerously sexy.
Blushing, she murmured, "Mr. Bolton, if you need, I can serve you."
Keith didn't say anything, his lips holding a smile. His fingers moved down from her chin, gripping her neck and rubbing it twice.
The secretary went weak and let out a soft moan.
She boldly grabbed Keith's other hand and placed it on her chest, blurting out, "Mr. Bolton, do me."
Keith chuckled and suddenly tightened his grip on her neck.
The intense feeling of suffocation hit her, and she realized something was wrong, her hands flailing.
But Keith's grip only tightened, and her eyes rolled back, jabbering for help.
Just as she was on the brink of death, Keith threw her out forcefully, her head hitting the desk, blood running out!
Keith's eyes looked like they'd been through hell, making him a horrifying demon.
"You should know your place!"
After escaping from Keith, Harper was extremely worried.
Whether Keith's threats were true or not, she couldn't gamble with Molly's life, especially since she was pregnant.
Harper would never compromise with Keith, so she had only one choice left.
She was conflicted. When she got home that night, she was restless, pacing before finally picking up the phone and dialing.
"Victor, is Mr. Getty there?"
"No," Victor quickly answered.
"Then please tell him I'm waiting for him at home," Harper said, summoning her courage.
Victor was stunned for a moment, then said, "Okay, I'll let him know."
Northfield Detention Center.
Molly was held in a separate room, dark and indistinguishable between day and night. She lost track of time.
Before coming in, she had received treatment from the doctor inside.
Three ribs were broken, but fortunately, they hadn't punctured her lungs. With enough rest, she would heal.
However, Molly's body was too weak to get out of bed soon.
Luckily, life here wasn't as rough as she had imagined, with food provided on time and no one disturbing her. More importantly, she didn't have to face Robert, so it was somewhat peaceful.
Except she missed Harrison and Leah very much and didn't know what Robert would do next.
Even so, Molly believed Robert wouldn't keep her there long, as he couldn't torment her while she was inside.
With that, Molly's mind became muddled again, and she fell asleep.
In her sleep, she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her neck. Molly's heart jumped, and she opened her eyes abruptly.
She saw two women in prison uniforms like hers, one holding her down and the other injecting something into her neck with a syringe.
Molly struggled in panic, her voice trembling with fear. "Who are you?"
The short-haired woman smiled and said, "Death."
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