Chapter 360 Settling New and Old Scores Together
Molly was caught off guard by Robert's words and froze for a moment.
Robert looked dead serious, not a hint of a joke.
Molly's face showed a mix of emotions, with a touch of amusement. "Mr. Perot, you know women these days like clean men, right? A guy like you, who's been with so many women, even if you begged me," she said, adjusting his tie mockingly, "I wouldn't be interested."
Robert never imagined he'd be humiliated by a woman like this.
If it were anyone else, he'd have thrown them out and made sure they couldn't show their face in Northfield again.
But because it was Molly, he bit back his anger.
The mockery in Molly's eyes made it clear she was giving him a taste of his own medicine.
"Molly, I know you don't mean that," Robert said, his eyes cold and emotionless. "If you want revenge, find another way. This won't work."
"Why are you so sure I'm trying to get back at you?" Molly took her phone back from Robert, a mocking smile on her lips. "If you want the video, I can send it to you. You used to love filming, didn't you? Didn't you even show one of mine to your friends?"
She watched his eyes grow colder. "Did they all praise my figure?"
Every word cut deep, reminding Robert of his past mistakes.
The elevator descended again.
Molly didn't want to talk anymore. She pushed Robert's hand away and turned to leave.
As they passed, Robert grabbed her wrist.
His voice was hoarse, "I was wrong. I'll make it up to you."
Molly laughed bitterly. "Make it up? Can you bring the dead back or make me forget what you did to me and my family?"
Both of them knew it was impossible.
Robert said, "Ask for something I can do now."
"Go to Hell," Molly said coldly. "That's what you can do."
Robert felt like a knife had been plunged into his heart.
The always cold and ruthless Robert was at a loss.
"You know that's impossible," he said.
"Then don't talk about making it up!" Molly snapped, shaking off his hand. "The best you can do is let me see you in hell, cut into pieces."
Her words were sharp.
The hatred in Molly's eyes was clear. Even after she left, Robert's face remained pale.
When Zack arrived, he saw Robert standing alone, clutching his chest. The bodyguards didn't dare approach. This kind of moment had become frequent for Robert. Lovesickness, once uncontrollable, now caused him physical pain. The hospital couldn't treat it. Everyone knew a mental problem needed a mental cure, which was hard to achieve.
After leaving the elevator, Molly looked up at the white ceiling.
Her head pounded, and her vision blurred.
She regretted being so obvious, letting all her resentment and hatred show.
She'd been impulsive. Sometimes she couldn't control that hatred, like a vengeful spirit inside her, choking her with memories of the past. Sleepless nights, unbearable pain—all because of Robert.
In the last five years, Molly had slowly recovered from multiple suicidal thoughts, finally managing to function like a normal person.
Five years can change a lot. To others, she seemed different.
But only she knew her heart had never healed; it was rotten and decayed. She lived like a walking corpse, taking antidepressants not to live, but to die without regrets someday.
Turning the corner, the bright lights ahead dazzled her. Molly swallowed her useless tears and rearmed herself.
She shouldn't be the only one sleepless and in pain.
After the meeting, Molly joined the Global Harmony Initiative leaders for a buffet dinner.
Her boss, Aurora Garcia, was a powerful woman dedicated to prosperity. She was gentle and had helped Molly a lot.
Molly had resigned before returning to the country, but Aurora invited her to join a project as a partner when she learned Molly planned to run a company.
Aurora was looking out for her. Expanding her network under the Global Harmony Initiative was better than struggling alone.
Molly accepted. She was running the company under a pseudonym to avoid alerting Robert.
She needed a fake job title to deceive him and carry out her plans secretly.
Out of gratitude, she helped Aurora with tasks like attending dinners and introducing projects.
Halfway through the dinner, Aurora left early due to discomfort, leaving Molly to socialize with the partners.
Later, there was a social ball. Those interested could dance, and others could chat.
At these events, wealthy young ladies often pursued the men they fancied.
Most attendees were wealthy, and the eligible bachelors were highly sought after.
Molly stood in the corner with a glass of wine, watching as Robert entered, drawing the attention of many women.
Robert wore a well-tailored suit, his collar slightly open, revealing his defined collarbone. His unique, unruly demeanor made him unforgettable.
Many socialites were secretly eyeing Robert, clearly interested.
To outsiders, Robert was handsome, wealthy, and attractive.
Not everyone was unlucky enough to see his dark side.
Many women were interested, but few dared to approach. Most were deterred by the impatience and irritability on Robert's face.
They felt that if their attempt to strike up a conversation failed, Robert wouldn't give them a good look.
Molly watched with a sense of schadenfreude, but her gaze met Robert's from across the room.
Then, Robert started walking towards her, and her good mood vanished. She turned to leave.
Unexpectedly, a slender figure blocked Robert's path. The girl was dignified and beautiful, clearly a socialite from a prominent family, and her courage was commendable.
Seeing this, Molly didn't rush and casually strolled out.
Outside, there was a barbecue buffet with large fans set up, and many people were chatting freely.
With her fruit wine running low, Molly went to the bar for a refill.
The fruit wine, made with plums, was sweet and sour, not too strong, but very pleasant to drink.
Molly had just gotten her drink and was about to find a seat when someone bumped into her.
A large portion of the wine spilled onto Molly's dress, with some splashing onto the other person's shoes.
"You bumped into me!" The greasy old man, seeing Molly in her professional attire, assumed she was just an ordinary staff member and angrily berated her.
Molly frowned. Clearly, the man had bumped into her first, yet he was turning the tables.
She looked up coldly. "You bumped into me."
"You filthy ragtag, are you blind?" The greasy old man hadn't finished cursing when he noticed Molly's outstanding appearance. His murky eyes lit up, and he suddenly fell silent. "Oh, a little beauty, aren't you?"
The old man greedily looked her up and down, saying, "Such a pretty girl can be forgiven for any mistake. But, little beauty, my waist hurts from the bump. What are you gonna do to make it up for me?"
His greasy tone and the few remaining hairs on his head made him utterly repulsive.
Molly had recognized the old man at first glance. He was Max Robinson from Vertex Holdings Group, a long-term supplier for the Mitchell family and a strong contender in the Mitchell family's current bidding process.
Molly's company, which she was running under a pseudonym, was also participating in the Mitchell Group's bidding, positioned below Vertex Holdings Group.
In other words, if Max were out of the picture, the opportunity would fall to her.
They had met a few years ago, but it seemed Max didn't remember her.
A cold glint flashed in Molly's eyes. It was time to settle old and new scores together.
She lowered her head slightly, looking timid, and asked, "What?"
Max was almost drooling and pretended to be serious. "Little beauty, these shoes are custom-made and worth tens of thousands of dollars. You can't buy them at any store."
Molly put on a look of surprise. "So expensive?"
Max smiled, "Expensive, yes, but I won't make it hard for you. Let's be friends. How about you drink a glass of wine to apologize?"
Molly asked in disbelief, "Really? It's that easy?"
"Really, really, of course, I wouldn't make it hard for you. I'll have someone bring the wine."
Max was particularly eager, mainly because Molly's figure was truly stunning, even better than those sexy car models.
Having had a few drinks, Max's lust was aroused, and he was eager to release it!
Max signaled to a nearby waiter, and a spiked drink was brought over.
Max, impatient, said, "Come on. Drink it."
Molly lowered her eyes shyly and said softly, "If I drink this, you will let me go, right?"
Max was thrilled, his whole body tingling with excitement.
He patted his belly and coaxed, "I mean what I say. I'll even buy you a new dress."
Max, lusting after Molly's figure and beauty, thought a waitress like her would be easy to deal with.
After a bit of fake resistance, a few hundred dollars would probably make her compliant, and he could enjoy her a few more times.
Moreover, in this industry, such consensual exchanges couldn't be accused.
Molly's red lips curved into a seductive smile, "Then I'll drink it."
That smile was enchanting, and Max was completely captivated.
He watched as Molly raised the glass to her lips and, without hesitation, drank it up in one go.
Max was very satisfied, leering at Molly. He thought for a moment and said, "You look familiar."
He thought for a while but couldn't remember. Growing impatient, he eagerly pulled Molly towards the hall. "Let's go upstairs."
There were plenty of guest rooms upstairs, and any room would do for sex.
Molly pushed Max's hands away and pointed to the side, her eyes twinkling. "Going upstairs is too much trouble. There's a pavilion by the pool over there."
Max's eyes lit up, and he clicked his tongue. He didn't expect Molly to have such a good idea. Outdoor sex was even more exciting.
Max, too excited to hide it, urged, "Oh, beauty, I love you. Hurry. Hurry."
Max, impatient, dragged Molly along.
Molly held her forehead and said, "Sir, slow down. I'm feeling dizzy!"
"Slow down? I can't wait!" Max urged.
Before they reached the pavilion, Max was already impatiently reaching for Molly's thigh, leering. "Look at you, your clothes are all wet. I'll help you take them off."
Molly dodged and said, "I'm not going."
Max was stunned and coaxed, "Come on, little beauty, it's comfortable inside, and there's a place to lie down and rest."
"I'm not going. Did you put something in the drink? I feel really uncomfortable," Molly said.
Max was shocked. "What nonsense are you talking about? How could there be anything wrong?"
Molly held her forehead, "I really feel unwell. Maybe I should go to the hospital?"
Saying this, Molly pushed Max's hands away and started to walk outside.
Max stood there, stunned for a few seconds, and then realized what was happening.
He stepped forward to coax her again, "Little beauty, I won't make you pay for the shoes, and I'll buy you a dress and a bag. How about that?"
Molly shook her head. "I don't want that. I need to go to the hospital now."
Seeing her turn away, Max shouted, "Stop!"
Molly stopped in her tracks.
Max circled around to face her, his murky eyes scanning her for a few seconds before he burst into lewd laughter. "I remember who you are. You're the one Mr. Perot brought to the club to serve drinks!"
Molly's face changed. "What nonsense are you talking about? Enough. I'm going to the hospital."
Saying this, Molly started walking towards the crowd. She had only taken a few steps when her hair was suddenly yanked backwards, causing her to cry out in pain!
"Aren't you just a prostitute? Don't think I can't recognize you. How dare you act all high and mighty in front of me."
Max, now certain that Molly was the woman Robert had brought to serve drinks years ago, became even more unscrupulous. To him, it didn't matter if such a woman was dead in his hands.
He grabbed Molly's hair and dragged her towards the woods, cursing, "You wouldn't listen to reason, so you make me get rough!"
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