Chapter 326 The Miserable Mr. Perot!
It all happened in the bathroom, after all.
Harper explained, "The family bathroom in the hotel is right next to the men's room. A kitchen assistant went in, heard weird noises, climbed up the ventilation duct, saw them having sex, and recorded it."
Total coincidence. If it wasn't for the staff knowing the vents, it wouldn't have been caught on tape.
But even without that video, Jasper had hired someone to restore the hallway surveillance footage, which could also clear her name.
Chloe's video was more shocking, and the kicker was that Victor gave it to her, meaning Francis saw it too.
Harper couldn't guess how Francis felt seeing his first love like that.
But Francis letting Chloe, his first love, get exposed like that? Maybe he didn't care much about her. Not Harper's problem, though.
Harper shook off her thoughts, hugged Molly's arm, and said, "The top floor here has amazing Mexican food and a hot spring nearby. How about a break?"
"Sure," Molly agreed.
Not far away, Wesley watched them walk off and said, "Harper's my hero now. She's a badass."
He nudged Francis and teased, "She doesn't even need your help. Upset?"
Francis was quiet for a few seconds. "At least she can handle herself."
Wesley laughed, "You're just pretending to be cool. No way you weren't worried."
"Nope." Francis raised an eyebrow and smiled, "If anything happens, I've got her back."
Wesley clicked his tongue. "Look at you, all lovestruck. If Harper wanted to kill someone, you'd probably hand her the knife."
"No." Francis denied it immediately, "I'd do it for her!"
He wouldn't let her get her hands dirty.
Roling his eyes, Wesley found himself shouldn't have brought it up. Then he remembered someone. "Hey, where's Robert? He said he'd come to the charity event. Where is he?"
At the convention center entrance, in the noon heat of August, the ground was nearly 122 degrees Fahrenheit.
Robert was kneeling in front of a statue, back straight, knees slightly apart.
For three hours, he hadn't moved, staring at the statue.
He was drenched in sweat, not a dry spot on him. It was the hottest part of the day.
No matter how Zack tried to persuade him, Robert wouldn't get up, wouldn't let him hold an umbrella, and wouldn't drink water. He was punishing himself.
Robert knew Molly just wanted to see him suffer. The more he suffered, the happier she'd be.
Even if she was just messing with him, he still had a sliver of hope and did exactly what she said, no pretense.
He had no idea how long it had been, but his body was showing signs of heatstroke. His face was flushed, and sweat poured down like rain.
Zack called out to him several times, but Robert didn't respond.
Panicking, Zack planned to carry Robert to the hospital.
As soon as he touched Robert's burning hand, he was stopped by a low growl. "Don't."
Zack said worriedly, "Mr. Perot, this isn't okay. I don't want to see you get heatstroke."
"I'm fine." Robert's lips were cracked as he said, "I can do it."
Zack had no choice but to kneel with Robert. But after a while, Zack couldn't take it anymore. The concrete was too hot, even with pants on, it felt like he was on a grill.
Zack reached his limit and stood up to clear his head.
Robert needed him if he passed out.
Another three hours dragged by.
Robert's face turned from red to pale, his back slightly bent.
Even in the scorching August sun, he felt cold, like endless cold air was invading his body.
He wanted to shiver. That was when he realized he was likely suffering from heatstroke.
If it was mild, he could hold on. Otherwise, he might die here.
But he didn't want to die, not because he thought his life was precious, but because Molly was back.
He had waited for this day for five years. He couldn't break down now.
He thought of something and took out a sharp knife from his waist.
The next second, Robert stabbed his leg hard, the pain briefly bringing back a bit of his sanity.
Just as he was about to stab a second time, Zack noticed and snatched the knife away. "Mr. Perot!"
Zack's face turned pale, and he shouted in horror.
Robert seemed not to hear, digging into the wound on his leg to stay awake.
Zack was going crazy and called for emergency services.
When the paramedics arrived, Robert wouldn't let anyone touch him, leaving the blood from his leg running to the ground and slowly drying up.
Zack got on his knees, crying, "Mr. Perot, please. Let the doctor take a look!"
"No." Robert's will was almost gone, but no one could get close.
He murmured, "She told me to."
Robert's voice was too low for Zack to hear clearly, so he asked again. "Mr. Perot, what did you say?"
"She told me... to kneel." Robert said it in broken words, almost piercing the sentence together with his breath.
Zack's eyes were bloodshot, crying uncontrollably, "Mr. Perot, Ms. Koch is just toying with you. Please, take a break. Let's see a doctor, okay?"
Zack had another sentence he couldn't bear to say.
He had just sent someone to find Molly, and they did.
But when they conveyed the message, Molly casually replied, "What does it have to do with me?"
Wasn't that clear enough? She was just toying with Robert!
But Robert didn't buy it. At this moment, a string called obsession was holding him up.
Robert's lips were cracked and bloody, his voice trembling. "She said to kneel until she forgives me."
Log in with Google Account
Chapters
Favorite
Settings
