Chapter 447 You Started It
In a flash, two dudes in black suits burst out from a hidden door.
Adrian's cocky grin disappeared, replaced by a cold, wicked glint in his eyes. He was ready to take her down.
But Molly wasn't as dumb as he thought; she saw this coming. With a quick step and a flick of her wrist, she had a cold, shiny dagger pressed against Adrian's neck.
Even with the tables turned, Adrian still didn't take Molly seriously. He barked at the bodyguards, "Hurry up, take this bitch out!"
The two bodyguards, trained to the nines, exchanged a look and lunged at Molly from both sides. But Molly was quicker. Without a second thought, she jabbed the knife forward, fast, ruthless, and dead-on. Blood sprayed everywhere.
Adrian hissed in pain, gasping, and spat out, "Bitch, you're dead meat."
Seeing Molly meant business, the bodyguards hesitated. Their main job was to keep Adrian safe, after all.
Molly coldly said, "Adrian, you started this."
Adrian was fuming. He had it all planned out. Anyone who threatened him today was gonna lose a hand and a tongue.
When he saw Molly's hot figure, he thought he might have some fun before dealing with her. Who knew he'd end up in her grip?
Adrian yelled, "What the hell do you want?"
"You said you wanted to talk, so here I am." Molly's face was stone-cold. "I just want what's mine, and you can have what you want. Simple, but Mr. Mitchell here loves drama."
Adrian frowned and asked, "Who the hell are you, and why do you want that document?"
"Mr. Mitchell, don't you know the dead have the most questions?"
Molly didn't have time for chit-chat and said coldly, "I'm on a tight schedule. You better show me what I want in half an hour, or your video might go viral tonight."
"Alright, alright, alright!" Adrian, gritting his teeth, said, "I never said I wouldn't give it to you. And watch that knife. If you stab me, you won't make it out alive!"
"Twenty-nine minutes and thirty-five seconds." Molly started the countdown.
Adrian was stuck. This chick was nuts. He snapped at the bodyguards, "What are you waiting for?"
"Yes, Mr. Mitchell." One bodyguard backed off, while the other stayed alert.
Molly knew this one was waiting for a chance. She ordered Adrian, "Tell him to leave, too."
Adrian, with a smirk, raised his hand and said, "I thought you were brave. What are you scared of?"
Molly quickly grabbed his hand, pressed it down, and had her knee against Adrian's neck. The knife tip was right on his artery. The pain made Adrian let out a hoarse scream.
Molly glared at the bodyguard and said, "One more step?"
Adrian had tried to be slick, hoping the bodyguard would help him out. But Molly was too smart. The bodyguard didn't dare move, and neither did Adrian.
Adrian's face was mashed into the sofa, and he yelled at the bodyguard, "Get out!"
The bodyguard quickly backed off.
Molly kept Adrian's head pinned to the sofa for a solid fifteen minutes before letting up.
By now, Adrian was totally spent. He was a playboy, weak from all his indulgence. His power came from the top-notch bodyguards his dad hired.
Adrian slumped on the sofa, panting, "Don't mess with me anymore. I'm done."
Adrian felt like his neck was snapped. Every move hurt like hell, making him tilt his head. Who the hell was this crazy chick?
Just then, there was a knock on the door. Molly, still holding the knife to Adrian, said in a deep voice, "Come in!"
The same bodyguard walked in, holding a brown file folder.
Molly said, "Toss it over and get out."
The bodyguard hesitated, looking at Adrian, who then cursed him, "Get out, you piece of shit."
His bodyguard couldn't even handle one crazy woman, making Adrian suffer! He valued his life and didn't want to piss off this lunatic any more. He hoped this woman could leave as soon as possible left.
Molly picked up the document, and the familiar handwriting instantly clouded her bright eyes. Salty tears fell like shattered crystals.
She mouthed, "Dad." Her heart felt like it was being stomped on, hurting intensely.
Molly's face showed pain, but luckily, her helmet covered her face, preventing Adrian from realizing it was a good time to attack her.
Molly steadied her trembling hands, calming herself down. She tucked the document into her jacket, zipped it up, and said, "Adrian, now let me leave safely, or I'll kill you!"
Adrian weakly said, "You can leave, but you gotta give me what you promised."
"I'll give it to you, but only when I'm sure I'm safe," Molly said.
Adrian said, "Fine."
Molly pressed the knife against Adrian's abdomen and left the room.
Outside stood eight tall bodyguards in black, all glaring at Molly. "Tell them to go inside," Molly ordered.
Adrian shouted, "Go inside, all of you."
The eight men entered the room, and Molly locked the door from the outside, then broke the combination lock.
Adrian watched her actions, thinking she wasn't a fool.
Molly pushed Adrian towards the underground garage where her motorcycle was parked.
Just as they reached the elevator, a woman suddenly fell over.
The woman's face was covered in blood, her mouth swollen, and her body bruised, like she'd been beaten for a long time. She spat blood, crying and screaming, "Help. Help me."
In a club like this, it wasn't unusual for girls to get raped. But Molly didn't want to cause trouble now; she needed to leave the club safely.
The bloodied woman suddenly clung to Molly's leg, crying loudly, "Miss, help me. Help, please."
Seeing her covered in injuries, Molly couldn't bear to use force, only trying to shake her off gently.
"Help me. Help me, please," The woman trembled all over, repeatedly crying out.
Molly finally couldn't bear it. She pushed Adrian into the corner of the elevator and reached out to pull the woman in.
Just as she grabbed the woman's hand, a sudden force yanked Molly down.
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