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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now, and they intend to do an island reclamation and renovation project. If we can get a hold of them, we can expect

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

more connections.” A handsome man in 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 who worked with

finance passwords with Cecil’s help, stealing a large amount of financial information while also making it impossible for other people to access them.

up a plan that completely crushed the Nobel Company and left the

silent. His mind was elsewhere as he leaned back on

the bar, slender fingers squeezing his glass of wine, lips

thinking.

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

disturbed Mr. Stewart when he was in

from outside. “Mr. Stewart, Mr. Stewart!”

brow furrowed.

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

couldn’t help but alert

one of them died, the entire

no–go. After all, Mr. Stewart

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

someone did end up dying, Meroy was the first

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it, Meroy still needed to take action.

Cambell is dying!” Meroy’s voice was shrill

in front of Finley.

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

of wine, drank it, and lay

and Cecil came to stand next to Finley and were 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

found herself unfortunate to be born as a Campbell and even more unfortunate to have fallen in

Sofia had been in prison with a disabled hand. Hasn’t she

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

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clear that any attempts at persuasion

both swallowed their words and

men led by Watson. Though he remained seated, the

from his seat when someone swiftly brushed past him. Brian stormed towards the box’s door without

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

held their breaths. What was Brian planning

was once Finley’s fiance, so what was