Goodbye, My Wretched Love! By Dolly Molly

Chapter 6

Sofia gritted her teeth, trying desperately to hold back the nausea and cramping in her stomach.

She crawled toward the first man’s crotch, and Daisy’s cries reached her ears, but her mouth was covered with a gag. All Daisy could do was whimper and wail.

Sofia just had to hold on for a little longer. Or else the both of them would die.

Daisy fell into this hellhole, but Sofia was the one who told her to stay. It was her guilty conscience that urged her to do it.

Daisy needs to run away.

If Sofia did exactly what these people told her to do, Daisy could safely leave the room. So, she slowly crawled forward, wincing in pain as her knees hit the cold marble floor.

She crawled through the first man’s legs and picked up the glass of crimson wine. Her hand shook so badly, but still, she tilted her head and drank the entire glass.

The pungent taste hit her like a whip, and her stomach instantly felt like it was on fire.

She suddenly slumped to the ground and vomited, her mouth dribbling with blood.

“Sofie!” Daisy broke free from her restraints but was kicked

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to the ground again, grunting in pain.

“Don’t hurt her! I’ll keep drinking!” Sofia’s breath grew shallow, and a ringing sound filled her ears. She lifted her head, her gaze filled with despair as she surveyed her surroundings.

Boris slapped his fat thighs and cackled. “This is just too funny! Isn’t the wine delicious?!”

Sofia squeezed out a thin, feeble smile that felt worse than just crying.“Yep! Thank you, Mr. Walter!”

“Hahahaha! What a bitch!” Boris drew out a pile of money from his pocket and threw it on Sofia’s body. “Shake your ass for me, will ya?”

The top floor of Charming Bar was a private room for VIPs, but it resembled a small bar. It boasted stunning wine cabinets that showcased a wide array of famous wines.

The wide black leather sofa was occupied by several men of high status. This was one of Finley’s secret places to drink. and talk business, where only his closest friends gathered. Even Finley’s esteemed clients rarely had the opportunity to join him in a private drink and conversation with the infamous Mr. Stewart.

Compared to the pandemonium in the room below, this room was much quieter.

Finley, however, had not been in a good mood. His face was gloomy, completely unaware of what was unfolding on the

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few partners of mine are in East China right now, and they intend to do an island reclamation and renovation project. If we can get a hold of them, we can expect a

one knew that Watson Real Estate was backed by Finley Stewart and that he had a sixty percent stake in it. Just was technically working for him.

a biker suit and cartilage piercings grinned. He was Cecil Birgid, a financer with his home base in New York. He was Old K to the people

a large amount of financial information while also making it impossible for other people to access

plan that completely crushed the Nobel Company and left the

and Cecil excitedly chatted about the ever–expanding Stewart Empire while Brian stayed silent. His mind was elsewhere as he leaned back on the

slender fingers squeezing his glass of wine, lips pursed. No one knew what he was

thinking.

knock on the door broke the silence,

one dared disturbed Mr. Stewart when he was in a private meeting with his

outside. “Mr. Stewart,

brow furrowed.

to the CCTV cameras. The tablet displayed a live video feed

but alert Finley

one of them died, the entire

rowdy and excessive, but risking people’s lives was a no–go. After all, Mr. Stewart was strict about that, and no one sensible enough would be that reckless.

Sofia deliberately. Meroy was well–acquainted with the type of men who wanted to hurt

dying, Meroy was the

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on it, Meroy still needed to

Stewart, it seems like Miss Cambell is dying!” Meroy’s voice was shrill as she

in front

real–time surveillance and froze. His face was filled with emotion for a

of wine, drank it, and lay on the

Finley and were dumbfounded. They had just learned about Sofia’s release from prison and her unexpected encounter with their boss.

Sofia, looking at the live feed made Just and Cecil, known

Campbells and the Stewarts, Sofia found herself unfortunate to be born as a Campbell and even more unfortunate to

the Campbells were finished, Sofia had been in prison with a disabled hand. Hasn’t

exchanged glances and attempted to reason with

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made it clear that any attempts at persuasion would

words and kept quiet.

Though he remained seated,

he was about to rise from his seat when someone swiftly brushed past him. Brian stormed towards the box’s door without uttering a

muscle and let Brian leave,

breaths. What was Brian planning

once Finley’s fiance, so what was