Chapter 446 This Woman Has No Conscience
Molly scrunched up her face and said, "Since he ain't up yet, and seriously, why should I even bother going? I'm heading back to the office today. Robert allows me to."
Zack smirked, "Whatever floats your boat."
Zack was used to Molly's cold-heartedness. Keeping her around was a ticking time bomb, but Robert had tied his hands, so he just let it slide.
Molly spun around, her heart racing. She thought Robert might stop her today, but it seemed like even the universe was on her side. With Robert stuck in the hospital and Zack busy, it was the perfect chance.
Molly bounced out of the villa, just a driver with her today. Most of the usual muscle had been sent to the hospital, leaving just a few to guard the place. So, no one tailed her.
She kept her cool as she watched the car slowly pull away from the villa. In the rearview mirror, the white "prison" shrank until it vanished.
Molly turned her gaze forward. She was never coming back.
Before hopping out of the car, she told the driver, "No need to wait for me today. I'll swing by the hospital to see Mr. Perot later."
The driver nodded and drove off.
Molly hit the office, stayed there till the afternoon, then made her way solo to the underground garage. She slipped into a low-key black sedan, and moments later, stepped out in a tight black leather outfit and a black helmet. She confidently hopped on a matching motorcycle nearby. With a slight lean, she roared off, heading to a swanky club where she parked in its garage.
Following a pre-planned route, Molly took a private elevator upstairs. She picked the club to meet Adrian because it was packed enough to keep him from trying anything stupid.
At the VIP room entrance, two black-clad bodyguards moved to search her, but Molly sidestepped them. She said coolly, "I had a deal with Mr. Mitchell. No searches."
The voice from the helmet was neutral, making it hard to tell if it was a guy or a girl. Molly's helmet had a voice changer.
The bodyguards exchanged looks, and one went inside to get the okay. A moment later, he came back and said, "Go ahead."
Molly pushed the door open. Inside, the room was blasting with deafening music and thick with smoke. Two barely-dressed women were dancing to the beat, trying to look seductive.
On the sofa sat Adrian from the Mitchell Group, with a woman in skimpy clothes on his lap, his face buried in her chest, playing some sleazy game.
Molly frowned slightly but was ready for it. She'd heard Adrian's reputation. In the company, no girl or woman had dodged his harassment, and his private life was a mess. In social circles, Adrian's rep was already trashed.
But the current head of the Mitchell Group was Adrian's dad, who, to avoid scandal, had a team handle Adrian's private messes. He let him do whatever outside but not within the company, as it would be too damaging.
If it were just some sleazy photos, Adrian wouldn't care and would have his guys handle it. But what Molly had was way worse—a video of Adrian getting it on with his cousin's wife, a scandal that would blow up big time. And the kicker? This cousin's wife worked at the company.
Breaking two major taboos at once, Adrian wouldn't dare drag his dad into this mess.
"Stop munching. She's here," Adrian slurred, shoving the woman in front of him away.
Adrian's mom was a famous actress, and he got her good looks, which were decent enough. But under the dim light, his face looked extra pale, with dark circles under his eyes and hickeys on his neck, showing signs of being drained by women over time.
Adrian glanced over, seeing a woman in black with a helmet, her face hidden, but her figure was on point, especially in that biker outfit, which looked particularly hot.
He clicked his tongue and chuckled, "A beauty!"
Adrian staggered to his feet and walked towards Molly, grinning, "Hey gorgeous, come chat in my arms."
The nasty smell of smoke and booze hit her, and Molly frowned, sidestepping slightly.
Adrian missed and grabbed a dancing woman instead, groping her as she passed. Then, annoyed, he said, "I'm talking to you. Are you deaf?"
"Looks like Mr. Mitchell is too busy to talk," Molly said, not missing a beat, and turned to leave.
Her hand had just touched the doorknob when Adrian shouted, "Stop."
Molly paused and turned to look at Adrian.
For some weird reason, even with her face covered by the helmet, Adrian felt a sharp vibe. His tone softened as he said, "Quite the attitude. When did I say I wouldn't talk?"
Molly said, "If you want to talk, Mr. Mitchell, let's do it in private."
Adrian laughed, teasingly, "Looks like you want me all to yourself. Fine."
He gestured for the women to leave. The woman who had been sitting on his lap was reluctant, whining, "Mr. Mitchell, let me stay with you."
Adrian, though frivolous, was authoritative. He waved his hand and snapped, "Get out!"
Heather, the woman he dismissed, fell to the ground, almost in pain. She looked at the woman in black with resentment.
That look made Molly pause. Heather's face bore a striking resemblance to hers. Before she could take a closer look, Heather scrambled out.
Heather's actions seemed to please Adrian. He laughed, "Heather always gets me. Once I'm done here, you can come back."
Heather smiled sweetly, "Okay, Mr. Mitchell."
Then, continuing her former action, she raised her arm to open the door and crawled out.
Molly was disgusted by her move, especially since Heather's face resembled hers, making her very uncomfortable.
Now, it was just the two of them in the room. Adrian, drunk and wobbly, leaned against the sofa, slowly eyeing Molly. "Where's the stuff?"
Molly shot back, "Where's Mr. Mitchell's stuff?"
Adrian said impatiently, "If I give it to you first, you might trick me."
Molly said, "I wouldn't carry it with me. Once I see the documents, I'll take Mr. Mitchell to retrieve it and destroy it on the spot."
Adrian squinted, "Why should I trust you?"
Molly said, "I don't trust Mr. Mitchell either. Since neither of us trusts the other, we should follow the demands of the party with the upper hand."
"You sure know how to talk in circles," Adrian sneered, his previously lethargic face suddenly changing, and he shouted, "Take her down!"
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