Chapter 608 Even If She Died, It Could Only Be in His Hands
Robert stepped out of the car but didn't bother walking over. Instead, he leaned against it, a faint smile playing on his handsome face. He lit a cigarette and gave Rosie a nod.
Rosie had been pouting because he didn't come over, but his smile melted her anger. Robert looked incredibly handsome to her, no matter what.
Especially after everything they'd been through, the wildness in Robert had mellowed, giving him a more refined air. Almost no woman who saw him could resist the temptation.
Rosie wobbled over to Robert and threw herself into his arms, wrapping her arms around his lean waist. "Robert, you didn't even call me. Aren't you worried I'd be out having fun and get picked up by another guy?"
Robert raised an eyebrow and asked, "Would you run off?"
Rosie's cheeks turned rosy, and she shyly said, "Don't you know the answer?"
Robert coaxed her with a smile, "I trust you, Mrs. Perot."
Their wedding date was set for three months later. This title made Rosie's legs go weak, and she clung to Robert, fitting perfectly against him. "Robert, you really are..."
Robert responded with a faint smile, "Don't like it? Then I won't call you that for now?"
"No." Rosie lightly hit him. "Of course I like it, you bad guy."
"Get in the car." Robert personally opened the car door for Rosie. He managed to re-enter the Perot Group thanks to the Mitchell family.
Back then, Rosie's father, Patrick Mitchell, had personally ordered that all ties with the Perot Group and Robert be severed. Rosie had cried and thrown tantrums at home, refusing to accept it.
From start to finish, Robert never made such a request, but Rosie went as far as to cut her wrists to make Patrick save him. Rosie truly loved Robert deeply.
But Robert's position in the Perot Group was still unstable, with many shareholders holding a defiant attitude. So he planned to use this marriage to get rid of some disloyal shareholders.
Throughout Northfield, there were many socialites who wanted to marry Robert, but Rosie was the easiest to control.
After getting in the car, Rosie, without any hesitation in front of the driver, tightly hugged Robert's waist and snuggled into his arms. "Robert, I missed you so much."
Robert chuckled. "We just saw each other at noon."
"Every minute away from you, I miss you. I can't control it." Maybe she had drunk too much, Rosie was very talkative tonight, every word expressing her love.
Robert leaned back in his seat, not saying a word, and it was unclear if he was even listening. The car ride was so comfortable that Rosie fell asleep as soon as she said she was tired.
Feeling Rosie's even breathing in his arms, Robert pushed her away with a blank expression, his face returning to its cold demeanor, completely different from before. In her sleep, Rosie murmured, "Robert, I love you."
When they arrived at their destination, Zack parked the car, and Robert carried the sleeping Rosie out. Rosie woke up half-dreaming, looking at the handsome Robert in front of her with hazy eyes, and said sweetly, "Robert, don't leave tonight, stay with me."
Robert's face softened, and he smiled. "Okay, I'll stay with you." Rosie contentedly leaned into his arms.
Robert carried Rosie inside, and after a bit, the elevator doors opened again, and only Robert stepped out. He got back in the car, pressing his forehead with a cold expression, and asked, "Any news?"
Zack replied, "Not yet." Robert didn't say anything, as he had expected this answer.
Zack glanced at Rosie's villa and hesitated before speaking, "Mr. Perot, I think the child was either aborted or never existed."
A month after Molly disappeared, Robert suddenly asked Zack to go abroad to find out if Molly had ever had a child.
The landlord abroad had never seen Molly with a child but provided a useful piece of information: they had seen Kyle, who was with Molly, holding a little boy. But they had only seen the boy once and didn't know if the boy was Kyle's child or a friend's child. This information seemed useless to Zack.
Zack didn't believe that Molly, in her condition, could have given birth to a child. Her body would have had to endure a great deal to have a child. However, Robert, upon hearing this, became obsessed and insisted that Zack find this child.
Zack had no idea where to look. After searching for so long, he almost wished he could produce a child for Robert himself.
Zack thought for a moment and tried to persuade him, "Mr. Perot, if you really want a child, wouldn't it be better to have one with Ms. Mitchell? Having a child would strengthen our ties with the Mitchell family, and your position in the Perot Group would be more secure."
Zack's idea was simple: he thought it would be more beneficial for Robert to have a child with Rosie. Not to mention whether the imagined child even existed, even if there was such a child, it couldn't be revealed at this time.
If it angered the Mitchell family and they lost Rosie as leverage, Robert would surely be brought down by the company people again. In short, for Robert's sake, Zack didn't want this child to exist.
Robert coldly raised his eyes and looked at Zack. "Good suggestion. Why don't you have a child with Ms. Mitchell?"
Zack tensed up. "Mr. Perot, please don't joke like that. I won't speak out of turn again." Zack knew that Robert was reminding him to mind his own business.
Robert ignored him and rubbed his temples. "Leave the child search to Ronan. You just focus on the company."
Zack bit his lip, feeling he shouldn't have spoken out of turn. Knowing that Molly held a special place in Robert's heart, this child was naturally very important to him.
The car window was half-open, and a white bird suddenly flew in and landed on Robert's shoulder. Zack was surprised and recognized it. "Isn't this Ms. Mitchell's pet bird?"
Robert recognized it too. Rosie loved this bird very much. It was pure white without a single blemish—a beautiful and elegant little bird. It was always cherished and pampered. Robert had played with it a few times.
Zack said from the front, "Ms. Mitchell usually takes great care of it. How did it get out this time?"
The bird seemed to recognize Robert and didn't fly away, pecking at his collar with its tiny beak.
Zack chuckled. "Mr. Perot, it seems to like you a lot. Ms. Mitchell has had it for over a year, and it remembers you more than her. What an ungrateful little bird."
"How about I take it back..." Before Zack could finish his sentence, there was a faint snap.
The little white bird lay silently in Robert's hand, motionless. Zack was dumbfounded. This was Rosie's most treasured pet, and Robert had just killed it.
Robert looked down at the little creature in his palm, white and still beautiful even in death. What a pity, it was just disobedient, just like Molly.
No matter how long he had kept it, no matter how much he tried to please it and take care of it, it would still run away without hesitation. Disobedient birds deserved punishment, and so did people. Robert believed he would eventually catch Molly, but he hadn't yet decided how to punish her.
Molly was very stubborn, the kind who wasn't afraid of pain or hardship, impossible to tame, just like this bird. Sometimes, Robert felt like he might as well break her completely.
He instructed Zack to drive the car forward and precisely threw the bird's corpse into a trash can, his gaze chillingly cold. When he caught Molly again, Robert would make sure she could never leave him for the rest of her life, even if she died, it would be in his hands.
At the small house at the foot of the mountain, Molly had recently been learning to knit. She wanted to knit a cashmere scarf for Kyle. She had carefully chosen a light misty blue color, which suited him well, understated and pure, yet unique.
She was knitting in the yard when suddenly a crow landed on the wall and started cawing incessantly. Molly felt uneasy and tried to shoo it away.
The crow seemed not to hear and continued cawing, each call more mournful than the last. Molly felt a strong sense of foreboding, picked up a small stone, and threw it at the crow. Only then did it fly away, dropping a black feather before it left.
Looking at the feather, Molly felt a deep sense of unease. She paced back and forth, unable to calm down. At that moment, a furry little creature rubbed against her feet.
Molly looked down to see the little black dog, who sensed her unease, wagging its tail vigorously to please her. Thinking of the things Kyle said every day while feeding the dog, Molly gradually calmed down.
She sat back in her chair and continued knitting the scarf, this time at a much faster pace. This was her first gift for Kyle, and she wanted him to wear it as soon as possible.
Before it got dark, Kyle returned. There was a type of herb that was good for Molly's health but hard to find. Kyle had an arrangement with the town's pharmacy to buy all of it whenever it was available, no matter the weather.
Today, he had gone to the town to get the medicine. When he opened the door, Molly had moved from outside to knitting by the campfire. She had gained some weight lately and wasn't as skinny and bony as she was before. The firelight made her face look lively and beautiful.
Molly knitting the scarf was a heartwarming scene. Kyle walked over, took the yarn from Molly's hands, and handed her some pastries. Then he said, "I told you to practice a little each day. Did you overdo it again today?"
"I'm not that weak, and this isn't hard work," Molly said with a smile. Molly took a bite of the pastry, soft and sweet, a taste unique to this small town, very delicious.
"Anyway, no overexertion. You can only knit for forty minutes a day," Kyle reminded her.
"That's too little. I'm not very good at knitting, and forty minutes isn't enough," Molly said.
"It doesn't matter if it's not finished. There's no rush. Even if you finish it by summer, I'll still wear it."
Molly laughed. "Aren't you afraid of the heat in summer?"
"That would be a happy kind of heat," Kyle joked, getting up to make dinner.
As he left, Molly put down the pastry and picked up the scarf to continue knitting. She didn't know why, but she always felt the need to hurry, a vague unease in her heart, afraid that Kyle wouldn't get to wear the scarf in time.
On Patrick's birthday, Robert attended with Rosie. When the scandal first broke, Patrick had decisively ordered Rosie to cut ties with Robert.
In high society, being a bit promiscuous and having some peculiar habits wasn't unusual. Many men treated their mistresses roughly, using them merely as tools to satisfy their desires. However, they would never treat their wives this way.
When Patrick was young, he was even more promiscuous than Robert, but Rosie was the daughter of the woman he loved most, and he had always doted on her.
So when the scandal broke, Patrick immediately had people investigate the situation, and the results shocked him.
The woman Robert was involved with turned out to be Molly Koch, whose family's downfall had been widely discussed.
While everyone feared Robert's ruthlessness, Patrick admired his unscrupulous methods, seeing a lot of his younger self in Robert, someone with great potential.
But the Koch family had already fallen, and Robert still kept Molly around. It couldn't just be out of hatred. There were many ways to hate someone, and this wasn't one of them.
As someone who had been through it, Patrick could see clearly that Robert had feelings for Molly. When a man became obsessed with a woman, it brought many potential dangers.
Patrick allowed Robert to have mistresses but not to involve emotions. If Rosie married him, she would eventually become unhappy. So Patrick strongly opposed the relationship, but he couldn't stand up to Rosie's determination. She had cut her wrists deeply, scaring Patrick.
With no other choice, Patrick agreed to help Robert. Robert certainly had potential. With a chance, he could rise from his struggles. And fortunately, Molly had remained out of sight, seemingly having escaped. Patrick felt relieved and became more accepting of Robert.
At today's birthday banquet, Patrick had Adrian on his left and Robert on his right, symbolizing that Robert would be a future ally of the Mitchell family.
Adrian was secretly displeased, thinking he had been so unlucky because of Molly. He had been severely reprimanded by Patrick for stealing documents because of those scandalous photos. He had even been demoted and told to reflect at home for a while.
Now, seeing Robert placed in such a high position at the family banquet, he was even angrier. 'Does Patrick intend to hand over the Mitchell family to him?' Adrian kept his thoughts to himself, his gaze towards Robert growing darker.
Adrian spoke up, "Mr. Perot, have you found the woman from your scandal yet?"
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