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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East China right now, and they intend to do an island reclamation and renovation project. If we can get a

No one knew that Watson Real Estate was backed by Finley Stewart and that he had a sixty percent stake in it. Just was technically

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

a plan that completely crushed the Nobel Company and left the

excitedly chatted about the ever–expanding Stewart Empire while Brian stayed silent. His mind was elsewhere

squeezing his glass of wine, lips pursed. No

thinking.

on the door broke the silence, instantly capturing everyone’s attention

no one dared disturbed Mr. Stewart when he was in a private meeting with his group. They’d be asking

outside. “Mr. Stewart, Mr.

brow furrowed. “Come in.‘

stepped inside, holding a tablet connected to the CCTV cameras. The tablet displayed a live video feed

help but alert Finley since the

in a horrible situation. If one of them died, the entire bar would have bad

Bar always had customers who were 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

knew that Finley wanted to torture Sofia deliberately. Meroy was well–acquainted with the type of men who wanted to hurt women, but Finley treated Miss Campbell a little differently. Maybe he didn’t want

someone did end up dying, Meroy was the first to be reprimanded.

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ruminating on it, Meroy still needed to take action.

Cambell is dying!” Meroy’s voice was shrill as she placed the tablet on the bar

right in front

face was filled with emotion for a moment as his brows

glass of wine, drank it, and lay on the floor, vomiting incessantly.

were dumbfounded. They had just learned about Sofia’s release from

to inflict punishment upon Sofia, looking at the live feed made Just and Cecil, known for their

to be born as a Campbell and even more unfortunate to have

prison with a disabled hand. Hasn’t she

exchanged glances and attempted to reason with Finley, but the murderous expression on

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clear that any attempts at persuasion

swallowed their words and

on the repugnant group of men led by Watson. Though he remained seated, the intensity in his eyes was palpable, and his jaw

when someone swiftly brushed past him. Brian stormed towards the box’s door without uttering a word, his usually composed and handsome face now contorted with icy rage.

didn’t move a muscle and let Brian leave, his eyebrows

men held their breaths. What was Brian

was once Finley’s fiance, so what