Chapter 74 Crawling Out
Molly panicked. She didn't dare to flirt with him in front of Quinn.
Does she want to die with Quinn's notorious temper?
She struggled hard and refused, "I haven't, Robert, I beg you. Quinn is still here, if she sees us."
Robert had already made his move, pushing her clothes up.
A sudden chill made Molly gasp for air.
He lowered his head and bit her, his tone coldly mocking, "You're the only one who knows to be ashamed."
Molly bit her lip tightly, afraid to make a sound. She mumbled, "Aren't you afraid of Mrs. Cane getting angry?"
"Why don't you call out my name and see if I'm afraid?" Robert calmly asked her.
Voices from outside could be heard, making Molly's body tense in fear.
Robert noticed and sneered, "It seems like you're really scared."
"Don't do it here, I'm begging you." Molly pleaded softly, only to receive a disdainful laugh from the man.
"Or should we go to the corridor, or maybe the lobby?" he suggested.
Molly couldn't continue the conversation. She felt that Robert was really capable of doing such a thing.
He seemed fearless, having no fear of anything and lacking any moral shame.
Robert admired her wordless state, reached out and grabbed her neck from behind, flipping her over and forcing her to see her humiliated reflection in the mirror.
Then, he coldly asked, "Why did you cut it?"
He still remembered the agreement of her waist-length hair.
Although she was nothing more than a pile of mud in his eyes now, he would never marry her.
But Robert despised it when someone broke an agreement before him.
If anyone was to break it, it should be him, shouldn't it?
Only he had the right to step on her, not like now, where she used cutting her hair to provoke him.
Molly swayed unsteadily, speaking in fragmented sentences, "It's troublesome."
She didn't have time to take care of this long hair now, and of course, that was not the real reason.
She didn't intend to provoke him, she just no longer hoped for anything or deluded herself.
"Troublesome?" Robert sneered coldly. He gripped Molly's arm tightly from behind and brought his knee forward, inflicting increasing pain on Molly, causing her to arch her waist and abdomen.
He was also feeling a bit uncomfortable. Grinding his teeth, he said, "I think you're the one who's about to be taken care of."
Note: The translation has been done according to the editor's requirements to change Chinese concepts to American concepts, use past tense and third person throughout the text, and leave titles untranslated. However, it is important to note that some of the Chinese cultural elements and specific meanings may be lost or altered in the process of localization.
Molly felt that Robert was intentionally trying to embarrass her, so she glared at him in the mirror. "Could you please hurry up? I can't afford to offend Mrs. Cane. If I get caught, I'll be the one suffering."
Robert laughed at her words. "Why should I care about your well-being?"
He only felt comfortable when she was suffering.
Molly knew that Robert wouldn't care about her well-being. She could only grit her teeth and endure.
But today, the man was particularly ruthless.
Watching her anguished expression in the mirror, he showed no pity and coldly said, "You better be an obedient dog and remember who your master is."
This statement was extremely insulting, as if he was using a knife to peel off her face.
Molly's face was pale and devoid of color.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The door to the restroom suddenly slammed open.
The way it was banged didn't indicate an intention to enter the restroom, but rather the discovery of something.
Molly's entire body tensed up.
Sure enough, the next second, a sharp female voice could be heard.
"Robert, come out!"
This completely shocked Molly, causing her body to tremble.
But Robert still maintained his indifferent appearance, coldly watching her trembling in fear.
The knocking on the door suddenly stopped.
The next second, Quinn said, "Break it open for me!"
The hotel manager naturally wouldn't listen to her, constantly trying to calm Quinn down and prevent her from getting so agitated.
However, Quinn couldn't bear to listen any longer. Without hesitation, she seized a heavy object and began relentlessly smashing the door.
Fortunately, the door was sturdy enough, but if this continued, it would eventually break.
Accompanied by the banging sounds, Robert freed himself.
After getting off Molly, he was still unhurried, calmly adjusting his pants.
Then, he took two steps toward the door, placing his hand on the doorknob, completely disregarding whether Molly had finished dressing behind him.
"Robert!"
Molly called out to him in despair, her face pale and her whole body trembling.
"Do not open the door, I beg you. Please don't open the door!"
Opening this door would mean that her last layer of dignity would be cruelly stripped away. She would become the infamous woman in Northfield.
She didn't care about herself, but she still had her father and mother, who couldn't handle it.
Robert glanced at her, but remained unfazed. He opened the door.
As the door opened, Quinn cursed, "Robert, you bastard!"
She then raised a chair and swung it at him, but Robert quickly caught it and pushed it aside with a loud thud.
Quinn angrily hit his chest a few times, tears falling as she said, "How could you treat me like this?"
Robert smiled and replied, "Just playing with a woman. Don't be angry."
Quinn's eyes turned red as she saw Robert with other women, but the one that bothered her the most was Molly.
She had just recognized her as Robert's former fiancée, Molly from The Johnson family.
But now Molly was in a miserable state, selling herself everywhere.
Quinn pushed past Robert and rushed inside, raising her hand high and giving Molly two slaps that made her mouth bleed.
"You shameless woman, seducing people into the restroom. You and The Johnson family are all shameless. No shame at all."
"No, they are not," Molly retorted, blood dripping from her mouth.
She was dirty, but her parents were clean. They were innocent but suffered from this misfortune.
It was all her fault, entirely her fault.
"Are you still denying it?!" Quinn reached out and tore Molly's clothes, viciously pounding her head over and over until Molly became dizzy and disoriented.
Just as Molly was about to pass out from the beating, Robert grabbed Quinn's hand.
Quinn's heart trembled for a moment. She couldn't read Robert's mind, unsure if he still had some pity for Molly.
She pretended to shed tears and asked, "Robert, do you feel sorry for her?"
Robert laughed and raised Quinn's hand, blowing on it lightly. His voice was elegant and gentle. "Does your hand hurt?"
Quinn's tense heart relaxed, and she hooked her arm around Robert's neck, giving him an intimate kiss as if no one else was around. Then she said, "Robert, I am very angry."
Robert held her waist and doted on her, saying, "Then how do you want to vent your anger?"
Quinn smiled and said, "I want to do it my way, is that okay?"
"Of course," Robert didn't hesitate at all, but added, "But you can't harm her face. After all, Molly will have to entertain VIPs soon; it won't do if her face is injured."
Molly abruptly looked up. She understood. Robert wanted her to go and accompany the guests!
In an instant, she felt as if she didn't recognize Robert anymore. His handsome face suddenly turned sinister, becoming a monstrous creature thirsting for blood and flesh.
But the torment was far from over.
Quinn smiled and said, "Since Molly is so shameless, I'll give you a chance!"
She lifted Molly's chin with her foot and said, "Crawl out from here."
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