Chapter 361 A Hard Kick to the Bastard
Rosie Mitchell, the Mitchell family's daughter, clung to Robert.
The Mitchells and Perots were closely connected, so Rosie had met Robert a few times before.
Robert wasn't thrilled about her, but out of respect for her dad, he didn't want to embarrass her, making Rosie think he was approachable.
Robert was good-looking, had a CEO status, and despite being quiet and moody, women still flocked to him.
Rosie felt proud that other women didn't dare approach him.
She saw Robert's indifference to women as a plus.
With a sweet smile, she asked, "Robert, want to dance?"
Robert, interrupted, frowned and said, "Find someone else. I'm busy."
He started to walk past her. Rosie felt humiliated and her face darkened.
Before, Robert wasn't this distant when her parents were around.
Rosie grabbed his arm, insisting, "Robert, I'll teach you. It's easy."
Robert pulled his arm back, his face darkening. "No need."
Rejected again, Rosie’s eyes reddened. "Robert, my dad said I could ask you for help. I'm new here and just need a little help."
Robert, seeing the figure he was looking for was gone, lost patience.
"Ms. Mitchell, I'm not interested. Got it?" he said coldly.
While Rosie stood there stunned, Robert walked away.
Other women whispered mockingly.
"See, Mr. Perot is handsome but ruthless."
"Glad I didn't talk to him. How embarrassing!"
Rosie, furious, watched Robert walk away, stomped her foot, and left.
Robert went outside the banquet hall, searching but finding no one.
He asked the bartender, "Seen a woman with curly hair, a shirt, and a pencil skirt?"
The bartender, stunned, pointed out, "There are many like that."
Robert saw many women dressed similarly. It was a business event, so professional attire was common.
His face stern, he added, "She has big eyes, is about five-six, great skin, and a small brown mole under her right eye."
The bartender immediately thought of the charming woman with a mole under her eye.
The bartender remembered seeing the woman sneaking off with a greasy, pot-bellied man. Now, this guy was looking for her. What was their deal?
Not wanting trouble, the bartender hesitated and said, "Sorry, I haven't seen her."
"Haven't seen her?" Robert's eyes darkened, his cold demeanor intimidating. He suspected the bartender was lying.
The bartender, scared, stammered, "I haven't..."
Before he could finish, Robert grabbed his bow tie.
Robert, angry, said slowly, "Think carefully. Have you seen her or not?"
"I... I saw her." The bartender finally caved under Robert's glare and pointed to a nearby path. "She went that way with a man."
Robert let go and left immediately.
The bartender took a deep breath, still shaking.
On the cobblestone path, Max dragged Molly into the darkness like a madman.
"Let go of me!" Molly struggled, but Max's grip was too strong. She couldn't stand up.
Dragging her further from the crowd, Max threw her to the ground under a pavilion.
He pointed at her, snarling, "You're just a bar girl. Do what you're told to please me, got it?"
Molly, catching her breath, sat up and snapped, "I'm a guest here, not a bar girl. Let me go."
Her face was red, and she knew she had about fifteen minutes before the drug kicked in. She needed to throw up soon.
Molly had planned to get evidence and have Max jailed for a bit. But he recognized her and thought she was a bar girl, causing this mess.
If not, even if she were just treated as a waitress, Max wouldn't dare be so bold if she resisted.
Max didn't believe her. He remembered her face and grew angrier.
Because of Molly, Robert had once hit Max on the head with a bottle, leaving him bleeding and out of commission for a while. If not for his connection to the Mitchell Group's general manager, his career might've been over. All because of Molly. He wanted revenge.
Max, reeking of alcohol, started unbuckling his belt, warning, "If this gets to the police, you'll be arrested for prostitution. If you want to stay in Northfield, keep quiet!"
His pants fell, and he kicked them off, approaching Molly barefoot, eyes gleaming with malice.
"Please me, and I promise you won't suffer. I'll make you feel good," Max said, lunging at Molly.
Molly had been conserving her energy. She sat on the ground, used her leverage, and kicked up hard, hitting Max in the groin.
Max, quite fat, was hard to hit precisely, but she didn't miss by much.
He lay on the ground, gasping in pain.
"You bitch, you dare hit me? I'll kill you," Max cursed.
Molly stood up, clapped her hands, and sneered, "Check if your genitals are still intact first."
She picked up her phone and made a call right in front of him.
"Hello, there's a man here at the convention center who drugged me and tried to assault me. Yes, this is my number, and I'm the victim. Okay, I'll wait here."
Max didn't expect her to actually call the police.
"You bitch, you're a prostitute, and you're not afraid of getting caught? I was seduced by you. Don't lie. I have connections at the police station. Cancel the report, or you'll regret it," he snarled.
He thought a young, pretty woman like Molly would be easily scared. He figured a made-up story would make her back down.
Still in pain and anger, he kept cursing, "Bitch, I'll kill you and your whole family..."
Before he could finish, a loud slap interrupted him.
Five blood-red finger marks appeared on his face.
"You bitch, how dare you..." he started, but Molly, her face dark with rage, slapped him several more times. His face turned red, and blood appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"Max Robinson, shut your filthy pie hole. One word about my family, and I'll kill you!" she warned.
Max was shocked that she knew his name, and his face changed instantly.
"Who are you? How do you know me?" he asked warily.
Molly smirked, "Who I am doesn't matter. What matters is that you're definitely going to the police station."
Max felt panic rising. Things were getting tricky.
His eyes darted around, and he quickly threw his watch, some cash, and the gold chain around his neck into the swimming pool.
With a sinister look, he laughed maniacally, "You shameless bitch, trying to rob me after failing to seduce me."
He was panting, still lying on the ground. His face hurt from the slaps, and his groin was in real pain. What if it was really broken?
"You kicked me and caused serious injury! I will make you pay with your life," he gasped.
Max wasn't stupid. He had risen quickly in the Mitchell family with many underhanded tricks.
But Molly was unmoved, watching him like a clown. Max felt something was off but couldn't figure it out.
Suddenly, he noticed a small white earpiece on Molly's ear. It looked very familiar, like a miniature recording device he had used before!
Max's face turned pale as he pointed at the device on Molly's ear, panicking, "What is that?"
Molly sneered, pointing to the earpiece, "You know what it is."
It was a specially made device that looked like a Bluetooth headset but was actually a small recording device. White and inconspicuous, it was very convenient to carry and use when needed.
Molly smiled, "Didn't you say you had connections at the police station? Let's see who can help you this time."
Max was furious. He had no connections; he had just been trying to scare Molly, thinking she was naive. Now, everything he had said was recorded by Molly! He would also be accused of false accusations, with solid evidence.
Feeling both angry and suffocated, Max spat out a mouthful of blood.
Molly no longer cared about Max's miserable state. She focused, her fingers clenched, feeling a burning sensation in her chest. She had originally planned to induce vomiting to use any remaining drug as evidence. But now, with Max's delay, the drug had likely been absorbed, and inducing vomiting would only harm her stomach.
Molly glanced at the now weak Max to ensure he couldn't get up, and quickly walked into the pool. The cold water made her feel better, but only temporarily. Soon, the burning pain intensified. She moved to the deeper part of the pool to let the water cover her upper body to alleviate the unbearable feeling.
She had to wait for the police and hand over the evidence before going to the hospital. She couldn't trust anyone else with the evidence, as people were the easiest to bribe. But standing in the water was only a temporary solution. Her inner desire drove her to move deeper into the pool.
Max, lying behind her, noticed something was wrong. Molly's shoulders were turning red, a sign that the drug was taking effect. If she handed over the evidence, he would be in serious trouble. Max never thought that after playing with women for so many years, he would one day be ruined by a woman!
His eyes filled with malice as he wished he could kill Molly with his gaze! This was a good opportunity; if Molly didn't die, he was finished. Max suddenly bit his own arm hard to summon his strength. In critical moments, he could be ruthless to himself.
Then, he tore off a piece of his pants, picked up a goose egg-sized stone, wrapped it, and aimed it at Molly's head. Max's eyes were filled with malice. If he hit her, combined with the drug's effect, Molly would definitely pass out. In the deep end of the pool, unconscious, she would have only one fate: death with no evidence.
Max prepared himself and threw the stone hard! A loud splash followed. Immediately, a stone grazed Molly's shoulder and fell into the water. Molly's eyes darkened, and she turned to see Max's fat body struggling in the water.
"Help me..."
As Molly was wondering, a sudden splash erupted beneath her. A handsome man's face, dripping with water, emerged from the water. He grabbed Molly's wrist forcefully and shouted coldly, "Wanna kill yourself?"
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