Chapter 256 Robert Gave You to Me as a Present
The man in the red suit was Henry, and the red made him look particularly sleazy.
Molly immediately became alert, "What are you doing here?"
She had heard rumors about Henry that he was ruthless and had even killed people.
Henry strolled over, his diamond-shaped eyes lecherously sizing up Molly, and said, "This is my house. Why can't I be here?"
As Henry approached, Molly's heart raced. She suppressed her fear and said, "Sorry, I must have come to the wrong place."
With that, she turned to open the door, but it wouldn't budge after a couple of tugs.
"Molly, you come to the right place." Henry was approaching, breathing down her neck.
Molly's hair stood on end in disgust, and her hand on the doorknob trembled slightly.
"What do you mean?"
Henry said, "I think you already knew what I mean."
Molly's heart sank for a moment. She pinched her palm and said calmly, "No, I don't. Mr. Cane, please open the door. I have to go."
Henry laughed wickedly, placing his hand on Molly's shoulder and slowly moving it down.
"Do I really need to spell it out? Robert gave you to me."
As Henry spoke, his right hand was moving inside Molly's collar.
Molly slapped his hand away and stepped back, glaring at him. "Did Robert really say that?"
Henry's hand hurt from Molly's slap, and he snapped, "Of course. Who do you think you are? With just one word from me, Robert sent you over."
Molly laughed coldly inside because she wasn't so surprised. This was typical of Robert.
"Even if he said so, it's not up to him to give me away. Open the door now, or I'll call the police."
Molly picked up her phone and was ready to dial when it was knocked out of her hand!
Henry's eyes were full of malice as he approached!
Molly sensed the danger and backed away one step after another.
Seeing that she couldn't get out through the door, she immediately turned and ran upstairs, hoping to find a room to hide in.
Just as she stepped onto the stairs, her hair was yanked hard backward, causing excruciating pain in her scalp, as if her hair was about to be torn out.
Molly couldn't help but cry out in pain, tears streaming down her face.
Henry tightly gripped her hair and cursed, "Ungrateful wretch, I showed you some respect."
He dragged her by the hair up to the second floor.
The door opened, and the room inside now felt like hell to her.
Henry tied Molly to a chair. The rope was specially made; the more she struggled, the tighter it got.
Her teeth chattered as she said angrily, "Henry, if you dare touch me, I won't let you get away with it. I will definitely make sure you pay!"
Henry said, "I'm really curious how you plan to make me pay. We are doing what we both want."
"You bastard!" Molly cursed, "Don't think you can distort the truth, and no one would believe you."
Henry's face darkened as he approached, sneering, "Ms. Koch, you have quite a sharp tongue. Let's see if you can keep that attitude."
With that, he raised his right hand and slapped her hard, a crisp smack echoing in the room.
Molly's head was knocked to the side, her ears ringing.
Henry grabbed her hair and slapped her several more times.
Molly spat blood, her mouth full of red.
Her scalp felt like it was being torn apart, the pain spreading to every pore.
Henry felt very pleased with himself, laughing maniacally.
"See, you dropped your attitude."
Tears blurred Molly's vision, and she could only see a disgusting, sleazy figure getting closer.
Henry looked vicious and said, "You think that's all?"
This was just the appetizer; he didn't serve the main dish yet. He wanted to take his time to level the pain up.
Molly's tears burst forth, flowing uncontrollably.
Eventually, her mind went blank, and she couldn't hear anything.
She couldn't even speak, her arms numb and limp.
It felt like a century had passed.
Molly was like a puppet, her eyes vacant, her lips covered in blood from biting herself, devoid of any vitality.
Henry's twisted psyche was satisfied, and he turned to the cabinet to take out some white pills and swallowed them with water.
He needed the pills to keep him going, so all these slaps were meant for stimulation.
Molly's figure was truly excellent! Though slim, she was curvy and fleshy.
Henry, breathing heavily, leaned over, felt it was time, and unbuckled his belt.
Molly felt like she was in a dark, oppressive hell.
She felt nauseous but too limp to struggle, watching helplessly as Henry approached.
Suddenly, Henry let out a string of curses, frustration bubbling over as he realized he hadn't even started before he had already finished. It was all her fault, he fumed silently, for having that incredible figure he'd been fantasizing about for so long. He couldn't help himself; just the sight of her had set him off.
Annoyed and desperate, Henry reached for the bottle of pills, his hands shaking as he unscrewed the cap. Without a second thought, he increased the dosage, swallowing seven or eight pills in one go. He was determined to make the night memorable, even if it meant pushing his limits dangerously.
Then he pressed a remote, and the projector in the room displayed the earlier scene.
Henry enjoyed watching the screams and pain as it could quickly make him happy.
Of course, what was even better was to slap the woman in front of him again, but Molly might not survive more abuse.
He still wanted to play with her alive; it wouldn't be fun if she died.
So, he extended his pleasure by replaying the video.
Molly saw the footage of her being beaten clearly.
Her lips trembled uncontrollably, tears pouring.
"You bastard!"
Each word was heart-wrenching and extremely tragic.
If hatred were fire, Henry would have already turned to ashes!
Meanwhile.
Robert was accompanying Quinn for a pre-wedding checkup.
Their wedding was in a week. The venue and hotel were ready, and even the invitations had been sent out. Everything was set.
During the long checkup, Robert sent messages to Molly, but she didn't reply.
Robert frowned and thought Molly was so ungrateful, yet he still tried to please her by contacting a heart specialist, so he felt himself increasingly pathetic.
As for what to do with Molly after the wedding, Robert had already planned it out.
Harrison's illness couldn't be solved with just one surgery; as long as Molly wanted to save Harrison, she had to listen to him.
Molly couldn't escape his control.
After waiting for about half an hour with no reply, Robert called her, but it was busy.
He sneered. 'Not answering the phone, huh.'
Robert called Zack, "Find out where Molly is."
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