Chapter 320 What Can I Do to Make You Stop Hating Me?
Victor was sweating, thinking, 'Does Francis not get it? It's obvious he takes a detour just to spend more time with Harper.'
Wesley laughed, "Guess I should hang out with you less, or Harper won't like me either."
Francis shot Wesley a cold look, "You've been single too long."
What's wrong with that? Wesley pouted.
Then Francis added, "I know a socialite who'd be perfect for you."
Wesley grinned, "No need. Plenty of women are interested in me. I don't need introductions."
"It's Ms. Foster!" Francis smirked.
Wesley groaned. "Ruby, that wild woman, are you trying to ruin me?"
Ruby Foster was famously obsessed.
The last guy she chased had to emigrate to escape her.
Ruby used to follow Wesley around as a kid. Only after he went abroad did she move on.
Now that Wesley was back, Ruby seemed to have forgotten him.
But the memories of Ruby's obsessive days still terrified Wesley.
"If you introduce Ruby to me, don't blame me for introducing a guy to Harper! The heirs in Northfield are top-notch—ambitious, hardworking, young, and handsome."
Francis sneered, "Ms. Foster."
Wesley replied lazily, "Calling her name won't scare me. I'm not afraid of anything..."
"Mr. Getty." A sharp voice cut Wesley off.
Wesley covered his head, mouthing to Francis in horror, "Are you even human?"
Francis ignored him, nodded to the girl behind him, and said calmly, "Did you say hello to Wesley?"
"Wesley!" Ruby exclaimed, "Is it really you?"
"No, you've got the wrong person." Wesley turned away, trying to enter the elevator with Francis, but Ruby grabbed his arm.
"Wesley!" Ruby threw herself into his arms as the elevator doors closed, leaving Wesley in despair.
Wesley was on the verge of tears. How did he get stuck with this clingy octopus again?
In a corner of the lobby, Robert looked down at Molly, reminding himself this was real, not a dream.
As crazy as it sounded, he was scared he was dreaming, just like countless times before.
Molly stood with her arms crossed, leaning against the wall, looking impatient. "Mr. Perot, if you have something to say, hurry up. I'm busy."
Robert's voice was hoarse. "How have you been these past few years?"
He surprised himself with the question.
Shouldn't he be demanding answers, asking why she played him for a fool?
But as soon as he spoke, he realized he didn't care about that.
He just wanted to know how she had been, if she was okay.
"What?" Molly hadn't expected that.
Whether she was okay or not, the question dragged her back to those nightmare days.
The best days of the past five years were when she was unconscious after falling into the sea; not knowing anything was bliss.
After waking up, she faced torturous treatments and endless, deep-seated hatred. This hatred made her loathe life and people, detesting everything and wanting to see no one.
The silence around them seemed to amplify that painful past.
Robert looked like the demon that haunted her nightmares, making her hatred surge, wishing she could tear him apart.
Molly's anger bubbled up. "Mr. Perot, are you here to joke? After all this time, that's all you could come up with? How have I been? Don't tell me that after my 'death,' you realized you loved me deeply and couldn't get over it."
"I..." Robert's words were cut off by Molly's mocking laugh.
"No wonder I didn't die, Robert. I was too disgusted by you to let my reputation be tarnished."
Robert's stern face froze, and he couldn't say a word.
"Nothing to say?" Molly sneered. "If you have nothing to say, then get out of my way. Remember, this is your last chance to talk to me. There won't be another."
Molly turned to leave, but Robert grabbed her arm and pushed her against the wall.
His dark eyes burned into hers. He controlled his strength, suppressing the urge to crush her, and said hoarsely, "What if I said it was true?"
Five years of torment had softened Robert's cold heart, making it beat only for her. He never wanted to go back to those hopeless days. Now, he just wanted to hold onto the living, breathing Molly in front of him.
Robert's bloodshot eyes glowed as he demanded, "Molly, I love you to the bone, and I can't help it. What are you going to do about it?"
He watched Molly's expression intently. He saw disgust and hatred. Molly didn't hold back in showing her dislike for Robert. She wanted him to see, know, and understand that in her eyes, he was nothing but trash.
"Robert, you really disgust me," Molly said calmly.
These words had no impact on Robert.
His lips curved slightly. "Molly, you can't anger me."
He was no longer the hot-tempered Robert from five years ago.
"I can change everything you hate about me." Robert stared at her, and what sounded like an invitation was more of a command, "Molly, come back."
Molly laughed. Robert was as arrogant as ever. Now, not only arrogant but also foolish.
Molly leaned in, slowly pulling the tie from Robert's neck with her slender fingers, her breath warm. "Mr. Perot, I am now an accompanying translator for the Global Harmony Initiative. If I go missing, my direct supervisor will report it to the embassy immediately."
As she spoke, she wrapped Robert's tie around her fingers, inch by inch, tightening it.
Using the most seductive tone, she applied the force to strangle Robert. "Mr. Perot, if you don't want to get involved in an international lawsuit, I advise you to show some respect!"
Even as his neck was nearly suffocated, Robert's face remained unchanged as he said coldly, "Do you think I'm afraid?"
The Global Harmony Initiative was a long-term project about friendly nations coming to Dreamlandia to study, involving personnel crucial to diplomatic relations between the countries. She was now indeed not to be trifled with.
But who was Robert? He was a mad dog without fear.
Molly released her grip, finding it uninteresting. Although she wanted him dead, she wasn't foolish enough to actually commit murder.
She pushed against Robert's chest and smiled, "If the Perot Group isn't afraid of scandals, go ahead and try."
Molly had nothing to lose now, so she wasn't afraid.
Anyway, the mention of the former Ms. Koch already carried enough bad reputation. She didn't mind adding some scandals to the Perot Group.
"Do you hate me that much?" Robert asked.
Realizing it was a stupid question, he quickly corrected himself. "What can I do to make you stop hating me?"
Molly's expression was as if she had heard the biggest joke, and she couldn't help but laugh.
She laughed until her eyes turned red, her shoulders shaking uncontrollably, as she genuinely found it too funny. "Robert, wasn't it you who forced our Koch family to ruin? How can you ask such a ridiculous question?"
Robert's heart churned, but he remained outwardly calm, "Molly, it was your father's betrayal that led to my parents' deaths. Doesn't that make us even?"
Molly realized that talking to him was useless; he simply couldn't understand.
Molly gave a cold smile. "Robert, let's say my father did something wrong. Do you know that I never did anything wrong to you?"
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