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.

“Bitch, you are simply courting death. Stop

fierce Nixon family.”

stumbled out and ran along the corridor toward the elevator, disregarding the angry voices coming nearer and

was impossible to tell whether it was her own

it was as if they had seen a ghost, and everyone tried to avoid

the blood. But Darlene could not care about it. If she could not enter the elevator, she was afraid that she would really die today.

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

and the matter was

from the Walpole family, which was enough to

occupied half of the market

business in Baltimore.

his wife, Douglas was completely unrestrained in

even America.

her. I have to

her pace. When she saw the elevator door open in front of

But soon the elevator door slowly

front of her.

were two tall and straight men. The one standing slightly at the back, slightly lowered

taller one in front, who was about 6 feet 3 inches tall, at that moment, stared at Darlene

in his eyes, only

did not intend to let Darlene

Darlene anxiously reached out and stopped the elevator door that was about to close. She said in a hoarse voice, “Please. Please let me in.”

was extremely unpleasant to hear. At that time, the blood all over her body made it difficult

such a nightclub, it was common to see women

Or sometimes these women deliberately pretended to be pitiful to attract attention.

step forward and said coldly, “Miss, please let go.

another

teeth in despair and

front, casually saw a mole under Darlene’s left eye,

his words and only begged Gustave, “Please let

in. I beg

next to Darlene had not yet reached