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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and renovation project. If

in New York and Finley had befriended him while abroad. No one knew that Watson Real Estate was backed by Finley Stewart

was Cecil Birgid, a financer with his home base in New York. He was Old K to the

decipher Nobel’s finance passwords with Cecil’s help, stealing a large amount

up a plan that completely crushed the Nobel Company

mind was elsewhere

slender fingers squeezing his glass of wine, lips pursed. No one

thinking.

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

was in a private meeting with his

voice sounded from outside.

brow furrowed.

pushed open the doors and stepped inside, holding a tablet connected to the CCTV cameras. The tablet displayed a live

alert Finley

one of them died, the entire

people’s lives was a no–go. After all, Mr. Stewart was strict

Meroy was well–acquainted with the

end up dying, Meroy was the first to be

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Meroy still needed to take action.

it seems like Miss Cambell is dying!” Meroy’s voice was shrill as she placed the tablet

right in front of Finley.

face was filled with emotion for a moment

it, and lay on the floor, vomiting incessantly. Her

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

Finley’s grudge towards the Campbell Family and his desire to inflict punishment upon Sofia, looking at the live feed made Just and Cecil, known for their

unfortunate to be born

been in prison with a disabled hand. Hasn’t she gone through

exchanged glances and attempted to reason with Finley, but the

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made it clear that any attempts at

their words and kept

led by Watson. Though he remained seated, the intensity

he was about to rise from his seat when someone swiftly brushed past him. Brian stormed towards the box’s door without uttering a word, his usually composed and handsome face now

and let Brian leave, his eyebrows knitted

their breaths. What was Brian

fiance, so what was Brian