Chapter 319 Do You Think It's Fun to Mess with Me?
Molly rocked a sleek black dress, looking stunning but not too skinny. Her figure was as hot as ever.
Robert couldn't take his eyes off her. He knew she was back, but seeing her in person made his chest tighten.
The pain was just as bad as the past five years when he thought he was holding her dead body every night.
Looking back, Robert found it laughable. Molly had tricked him with some random corpse.
After meeting her that night, he had the DNA checked. No matches in the national database.
It must've been a vagrant she found, and he fell for it again.
Robert felt he should want to strangle her. But instead, he just wanted to hold her. His heart ached like it was pierced by arrows.
Molly wasn't surprised to see Robert. She just frowned a bit and said, "Can you let go, Mr. Perot?"
She spoke calmly, without any guilt or embarrassment for deceiving him.
So indifferent, like there were no grudges between them.
How could she stay so calm after fooling him? How dare she!
Robert gritted his teeth and said, "Molly, do you enjoy messing with me?"
Before Molly could answer, Harper frowned and said, "Didn't you hear Molly ask you to let go?"
Robert ignored her, still holding tight.
Harper tried to pull him away, saying angrily, "Let go!"
Without thinking, Robert shook off Harper, but a slender arm grabbed him.
Isla, though small, spoke firmly, "Don't touch Ms. Murphy."
Robert didn't take Isla seriously and tried to shake her off, but her grip was like a vine, unyielding.
He couldn't shake her off easily; she seemed trained.
At this moment, Francis stepped behind Robert, eyes cold. "Robert, talk it out. Don't use force."
Harper realized something. "You're the Robert who hurt Molly?"
She said with disdain, "Jerks always stick together."
Francis felt like he was getting hit for no reason.
Wesley grinned, "Harper, I was always nice to you. Don't lump me in with the jerks."
Harper didn't remember Wesley, but his face was friendly, the nicest of the three.
Harper nodded back kindly. "I hope so."
Wesley smiled happily, while Francis's face darkened.
Harper grabbed Molly's arm and snapped at Robert, "Let go of her."
Robert wouldn't budge. Five years! Five whole years! He had dreamed countless times of holding Molly's hand.
But every time he woke up, the bones in his palm cruelly reminded him it was just a dream.
Unlike Francis, who always hoped Harper wasn't dead, Robert had seen it with his own eyes and held that bloody, mangled corpse.
Molly had done it perfectly, leaving no room for doubt.
He really wanted to ask her why she had been so cruel.
Robert stared at Molly, afraid she'd disappear if he blinked.
He asked, "Do you want to talk here or alone?"
Molly had planned for this encounter. She looked up, a slight smile on her lips. "Let's talk alone."
Harper frowned, not wanting Molly to interact with Robert, and called out, "Molly—"
"It's okay." Molly patted Harper's arm reassuringly and smiled, "You go ahead. I'll catch up."
"Then Isla, stay with Molly," Harper said.
Isla seemed to have some real skills. Jasper must have chosen her for her ability.
Harper was worried Molly couldn't handle Robert, but with Isla there, at least he wouldn't be able to harm her.
"No need." Molly refused, raising an eyebrow at Robert, teasingly saying, "In broad daylight, I trust Mr. Perot wouldn't commit any heinous crimes!"
She was basically calling Robert a ruthless outlaw.
But Robert didn't care. His gaze stayed fixed on Molly's face, ignoring everything else.
"Alright, go on." Molly gently pushed Harper, saying, "With Isla following you, I'll be at ease."
"Okay, see you inside," Harper said.
At this moment, Victor stepped forward and said, "Mr. Getty, the auction is about to start."
Francis was about to step in when he saw Harper decisively press the elevator button and even smiled while pointing the direction for Francis, "Mr. Getty, the elevator to auction is over there."
Francis's threat last night had made Harper angry, and any gratitude she had felt for finding Agnes vanished.
But she wasn't ungrateful; all expenses were doubled and transferred to the Getty Group's account.
Francis must have known her attitude towards him.
The elevator doors closed neatly in front of Francis.
Francis frowned slightly, his hands gradually clenching.
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