Chapter 448 Trust Me?
The chick who was just all sad and pitiful suddenly flipped the script, grabbed a busted bottle, and went straight for Molly's neck.
Molly threw her arm up to block. The bottle sliced her arm, blood gushing out, and her knife clattered to the floor.
Adrian didn't even flinch. He jumped up and bolted outta there. He yelled down the hallway, "Yo, everyone, get over here!"
Heather, who was sprawled on the ground, got up all wobbly, clutching the bottle like she was expecting a medal, and purred, "Mr. Mitchell, you owe me big time. I'll help you snag more chicks in the future."
Molly then realized the chick who jumped her was the one who had been in the room before. The obvious plastic surgery signs made Molly super suspicious. Was the resemblance between them on purpose or just a freaky coincidence?
Adrian gave Heather's butt a squeeze and laughed, "Reward! Heather, you're the best. I owe you big time. I'll make sure you get plenty of my 'good stuff' later."
From their chat, Molly figured out this wasn't Heather's first rodeo helping Adrian with his dirty work. She must've pulled this stunt before to force some unwilling girls to give in to Adrian, which was why they were so in sync.
Molly clutched her wound, eyes narrowing, just about to rush out and grab Adrian. A sudden rush of footsteps stopped her, and she quickly hit the close button on the elevator.Seeing this, Heather lunged to pry the door open, but Molly kicked her out! "Ah!" Heather slammed into the wall, screaming as the elevator door shut.
Outside, Adrian was fuming and yelled, "Lock down all the exits now. I don't care what it takes, find that bitch. I wanna bury her alive."
The bodyguards scattered, blocking all exits, with four tailing Adrian straight to the underground garage.
Molly hit the underground garage and sprinted towards her motorcycle. Blood dripping from her arm left a trail, so she had to hustle.
Just as she swung her leg over the bike, Adrian showed up. Seeing Molly fire up the motorcycle, Adrian waved his hand and shouted, "Stop her!"
In a flash, dozens of bodyguards surrounded her, closing in with barriers.
Molly, gritting her teeth through the pain in her arm, twisted the throttle, and the motorcycle roared. Since they wouldn't budge, she had to bust through.
She popped a wheelie, but the bike suddenly crashed to the ground.
Molly hit the ground hard! Turned out, Adrian had scattered nails all over, popping both tires.
Lying there, Molly felt pain rip through her body. Adrian strolled up, squatted down, and sneered, "Run? Why aren't you running?"
Molly's mind was sharp, but her body was numb from the fall.
With a thud, Adrian punched Molly in the gut. Even weak, he still packed a punch. Molly felt some sensation return from the hit, clutching her stomach and groaning. The taste of salty blood filled her mouth, making her cough uncontrollably.
"How dare you stab me! I'll rape you right here, then let these guys have their turn with you..."
Adrian paused, his slimy hand wandering over Molly's arm, lifting a drop of blood to his lips. He tasted it and smiled, finding her blood sweet.
His hand moved from her arm to her chest, saying each word with sleazy intent, "Please me."
As he spoke, Molly felt Adrian's cold fingers pulling down her leather jacket zipper, slowly exposing her collarbone. The document she had fought so hard for was also being slowly taken away. She had only one thought in her mind. 'No! I can't let him take it away!'
Molly suddenly lifted her head and bit down hard on the webbing between Adrian's thumb and forefinger. Adrian let out a blood-curdling scream and then slammed Molly's head into the ground.
Molly felt a sharp pain in her head, making her dizzy.
Adrian yanked his hand free, sitting on the ground, gasping in pain, while a bunch of bodyguards swarmed around him.
Taking advantage of the chaos, Molly zipped up her leather jacket, clutching the document tightly, and stumbled forward. Adrian kicked one of the bodyguards aside and shouted angrily, "Don't let that bitch get away!"
The bodyguards immediately chased after her.
Molly had only run a few steps when a bodyguard grabbed her by the back of the neck. She had no strength left to struggle. Just when it seemed hopeless, a loud horn blared, drawing everyone's attention. And then came the roar of an engine.
A sleek black motorcycle roared into the crowd, its bright headlights blinding everyone. In a blink, the motorcycle halted in front of Molly. The rider in black extended a hand to her, "Hop on."
Those two words sounded incredibly familiar.
Molly grabbed the hand like a lifeline, and the rider easily lifted her onto the bike. "Hold on tight!" the rider said.
Seeing this, Adrian shouted, "What are you waiting for?"
The bodyguards reacted and quickly formed a circle to trap the motorcycle. But the motorcycler showed no fear, arrogantly charged forward, lifted high, and flew over a bodyguard's head.
The skillful move was so impressive that everyone was stunned. They hadn't expected that a dozen men couldn't stop one motorcycle. Adrian cursed angrily, "You useless pieces of shit."
The second line of defense at the exit was also easily breached by the rider in black. Adrian, in fury, kicked a nearby bodyguard, shouting like a madman, "Shit!"
The bodyguard spat out blood, and Adrian, still not satisfied, picked up a nearby parking sign and smashed it onto the man on the ground. Instantly, the surrounding bodyguards dropped to their knees, too scared to make a sound.
This wasn't the first time Adrian had gone mad. Each time during his madness, he would beat up whoever he found annoying. He wouldn't stop until he felt satisfied, and the man he had chosen was beaten until he couldn't even groan.
Adrian finally felt tired from the beating, clutching his chest and panting. Someone immediately brought a chair for him to sit on.
"Spread the word. Whoever catches them, I'll reward with $800,000!" Adrian's eyes glinted with a dark, destructive madness as he said viciously, "I must kill that bitch."
The motorcycle sped onto a wide road, with three black cars in hot pursuit and soon joined by more. Adrian had mobilized almost everyone to catch them.
Molly's arm was still bleeding, and she endured the pain, holding tightly to the person in front.
It was dark, and the road was deserted, so the cars would brazenly chase them. But the rider in black was highly skilled, soon causing two cars to crash into a ditch and stall.
Finally, he swerved onto a small path, rendering the cars useless. Only four motorcycles, like rabid dogs, continued the relentless pursuit.
Suddenly, a rushing river appeared ahead, about twenty to thirty feet wide, impossible to cross on a motorcycle. The rider in black braked sharply, screeching to a halt at the riverbank, with the four motorcycles closing in.
The riders taunted them, resorting to psychological tactics to break their will. Their louder and louder shouts grew increasingly excited. Ahead of them were the walking prizes. It was not the time to back out now.
The rider in black, looking at the relentless hounds, squinted and asked decisively, "Trust me?"
Molly nodded without hesitation.
"Hold on tight," he said.
Then, after revving the engine, the motorcycle leaped towards the river.
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