A Wound that Never Heals

Chapter 21 Gustave Saves Darlene

Without waiting for Darlene to catch her breath, Douglas directly grabbed Darlene from the ground and ruthlessly slapped her in the face.

“You dare to hit me. Look at yourself. I have seen plenty of sluts like you. Why are you pretending to be pure and noble? Aren’t you all just some dissolute bitches that are used by many men?”

Douglas‘ words became more and more unbearable to the ear. Darlene was in so much pain that she heard noises in her ears. Her whole body trembled, and everything in the room became blurred in front of her eyes.

Douglas still felt that he was not satisfied. No one dared to slap him for so many years. And yet he was actually slapped by Darlene, whom he believed to be a lowly thing. So Douglas had to teach her a lesson.

He looked around and directly took a shelf with a row of lighted candles. Then he grabbed Darlene’s hair and stuffed a burning candle into her mouth.

“Don’t people like you sell yourself for money? I have plenty of money. If you eat a candle, I’ll give you 17 thousand dollars. If you can handle all of them, this check worth 80 thousand dollars will be yours.”

Douglas slammed a check on the tea table heavily. Ignoring Darlene’s struggle, he pressed down on her jaw and forced her to open her mouth, stuffing one end of the candle into her throat.

Everyone in the private room knew that Douglas was playing wild, but they

all turned away and pretended not to see it.

As the candle was stuffed into Darlene’s throat, the sharp pain of burning instantly spread out.

Darlene’s forehead was drenched in sweat. She held on to her last bit of

strength and cursed bitterly, “Fucking bastard!”

Fat Douglas laughed, “Curse while you can. When I turn you to a mute, you will not be able to voice a single word. You offended Mr. Gallard. Who else do you think will help you?”

As soon as he finished speaking, a look of disbelief and pain suddenly

appeared on Douglas‘ face, and then he let out a sharp scream like a pig being slaughtered.

Darlene had just picked up a piece of broken glass on the ground. At that moment, she fiercely stabbed it into Douglas‘ neck. Whether the glass cut his vein or not was unknown, but blood quickly gushed out.

Darlene pushed Douglas away desperately. Before the people in the room were too scared to come back to their senses, Darlene stood up from the sofa in a panic and ran out with a pale face.

are simply courting death. Stop right there! If

from the fierce Nixon family.”

along the corridor toward the elevator, disregarding the angry voices coming nearer and nearer from

and it was impossible to tell whether it was her own blood or Douglas‘.

as if they had seen a ghost, and

smell the blood. But Darlene could not care about it. If she could

It was rumored that he had killed a woman in bed before. But the test results later said that the woman

the matter was

the Walpole family, which was enough to compete

They each occupied half of the

business in Baltimore.

was completely

even America.

Douglas‘ voice sounded. “All of you, come over here and get her. I

pace. When she saw the

But soon the elevator door slowly closed in

front of her.

straight men. The one standing slightly at the back, slightly lowered

front, who was about 6 feet 3 inches tall, at

no pity in his eyes, only disgust.

did not intend to let Darlene in.

elevator door that was about to close. She said in a hoarse voice, “Please. Please

At that time, the blood all over her body made it difficult for people not to

a nightclub, it was common to see women who had offended

and were injured. Or sometimes these women deliberately pretended

bodyguard took a step forward and said coldly, “Miss,

another elevator.”

behind. Darlene gritted her teeth in despair and knelt. “Please save

front, casually saw a mole under Darlene’s left eye, and his expression finally changed.

understand his words and only

in. I

to Darlene had not yet reached this