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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project. If

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

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

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

that completely crushed the Nobel

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

squeezing his glass of

thinking.

hesitant knock on the door broke

no one dared disturbed Mr. Stewart when he was in a private

from outside. “Mr. Stewart, Mr.

brow furrowed.

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

couldn’t help but alert Finley

a horrible situation. If one of them died, the entire

risking people’s lives was a no–go. After

and the girls would also be spared. Yet, she 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.

dying, Meroy was

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ruminating on it, Meroy still needed to take

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

in front of Finley.

His face was filled with emotion for a moment as his

of wine, drank it, and lay on the

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

Sofia, looking at the live feed made Just and Cecil, known for their ruthless nature, feel that. Finley had crossed a line

longstanding feud between the Campbells and the Stewarts, Sofia found herself unfortunate to be born as a Campbell and even more unfortunate to have fallen

been in prison with a disabled hand. Hasn’t

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

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any attempts

their words and

he remained seated, the

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

muscle and let Brian leave, his eyebrows knitted together.

other two men held their breaths. What was Brian planning to do?

so what was Brian thinking?