Chapter 359 How Should I Kneel?
Robert's eyes were cold and aggressive.
They stared at each other for a few seconds before Molly calmly looked away.
The bodyguard blocked her path, indifferent. "No more people allowed. Wait for the next one."
Molly stood still with her documents.
As the elevator doors were closing, Robert's fingers stopped them, his eyes dark. "Get in."
Seeing it was Robert, the bodyguard stepped aside.
Molly didn't want to go in. "No need, thank you."
Robert held the door open, clearly waiting her out.
People were watching, and some of Molly's colleagues were nearby.
Unable to avoid it, she stepped forward. "Thank you, then."
As she moved, Robert didn't step back, still holding the door, seemingly on purpose.
She almost bumped into his chest but stopped just in time.
Their eyes locked, Molly's gaze sharp.
Robert looked down at her, his gaze deep. After a moment, he stepped aside slightly.
The elevator was small, with four bodyguards taking up space, leaving Molly behind Robert.
As the doors closed, Robert stepped back, his presence overwhelming.
Molly also stepped back to keep her distance.
She wore a long slit pencil skirt for an important meeting.
Robert, hands in pockets, observed her outfit through the mirror.
Molly's figure was striking.
The same white shirt that looked like a uniform on others became a seductive weapon on her.
Even though it was a size too big, it was tight around her chest. Paired with high heels and long legs, it was hard for any man not to notice.
Robert was no exception, his eyes filled with desire.
Then, he looked ahead and said, "Didn't you see the message?"
He had sent her a message today, asking what she was doing.
Molly smiled, "No."
Even if she had seen it, she wouldn't have replied, treating it as spam.
Robert smirked without saying anything.
The next second, he turned around, and his hand covered her butt, rubbing slightly before taking out her phone from her pocket.
The whole process was done skillfully, as if he had just touched an elevator handrail.
"You!" Molly wanted to curse but held back because of the people around.
Robert chuckled lightly. "I just want to see if it's broken."
"Give it back." Molly reached out to grab it, her tone fierce and angry.
Robert raised his hand, and Molly missed, her wrist easily caught by Robert and pulled towards his chest.
His eyes narrowed. "What, got secrets on your phone?"
Molly was forced to lean against him, her palms sweaty, heart pounding.
She had just received a photo of Taylor playing from the nanny this morning and hadn't deleted it yet. It was still in her album.
Keeping her expression cold, she said, "None of your business. You have no right to check my phone."
Robert, annoyed by her distance, took her phone just to provoke her.
Seeing Molly so nervous, he grew suspicious.
"What secret makes you so nervous?" he asked, thoughtful.
Molly tried to pull her hand away but couldn't. She was never stronger than Robert.
She had to use her wits. Smiling nonchalantly, she said, "There's a video of me having sex with a man. Not something to share."
The atmosphere dropped to freezing point. The bodyguards didn't dare to breathe.
Robert grabbed her waist, pulling her closer. "What man is so good that you keep reminiscing? Better than me?"
Their conversation grew more provocative. The bodyguards wished they could go deaf.
Molly raised an eyebrow and sneered, "Professional prostitutes. Of course, they're good. Mr. Perot, if you want to reach that level, you'll need a lot more practice."
The elevator was so quiet it was as if no one was there. Everyone was afraid to breathe.
The doors opened. The bodyguards exchanged glances, and one cautiously asked, "Mr. Perot, should we go?"
"Get out!" Robert roared, his anger palpable.
The bodyguards hurriedly ran out.
Molly was held by Robert and couldn't leave, plus her phone was still in his hand.
The doors closed again.
With a swift move, Robert pinned Molly against the mirror, his cold breath on her face. "Since you're not satisfied, let's practice now."
"I don't need it. Having sex with you was too much trouble. Now I just want to enjoy myself." Molly smiled, radiant. "The guys there would get on their knees and see me as their queen. Can you, Mr. Perot?"
Robert's expression was cold and fierce, his aura terrifying.
Molly didn't feel afraid at all.
Today's business meeting was attended by powerful figures, including the conservative faction of the Mitchell family.
The Mitchell and Perot families had strong business ties. She couldn't get into the Mitchell family, so she had to start with Robert.
Provoking him was dangerous but the quickest way.
The bigger the scene Robert caused, the better. Ideally, she wanted everyone to avoid him.
Next time, when people chose their business partner, they would be reminded of an emotionally unstable man in charge of a big company, and those who saw his madness would reconsider their cooperation.
After a moment of silence, just as Molly was waiting for him to explode, she heard Robert's hoarse voice, "How should I kneel?"
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