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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right now, and they intend to do an island reclamation and renovation project. If we can get a

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

want, I can help you get more connections.” A handsome man in a biker suit and cartilage piercings grinned. He was Cecil Birgid, a financer with

able to decipher Nobel’s finance passwords with Cecil’s help, stealing a large amount of financial information while also

plan that completely crushed the Nobel Company and left the Campbells in

Brian stayed silent. His mind was elsewhere as he leaned back on the

the bar, slender fingers squeezing his glass of

thinking.

broke the silence,

he was in

from outside. “Mr. Stewart, Mr.

brow furrowed. “Come

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

alert Finley

horrible situation. If one of them died, the entire bar would have bad publicity.

no–go. After all, Mr.

deliberately. Meroy was well–acquainted with the type of men who wanted to hurt women, but Finley treated Miss Campbell a

dying, Meroy

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on it, Meroy still needed to take

seems like Miss Cambell is dying!” Meroy’s voice was

in front of

with emotion

a glass of wine, drank it, and lay on the floor,

dumbfounded. They had just learned

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

Stewarts, Sofia found herself unfortunate to be born as a Campbell and even more unfortunate

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

to reason with Finley, but the

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that any attempts at persuasion would be futile.

their words and kept quiet.

he remained seated, the intensity in his eyes was palpable, and his jaw

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 contorted with icy

let Brian leave, his eyebrows knitted together.

two men held their breaths. What was Brian planning to

fiance, so what was Brian