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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renovation project. If we can get a hold of them, we can expect a huge

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

a financer with his home base in New York. He was Old K to the people who worked with him. He was Finley’s finance

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

the Nobel Company and left the

the ever–expanding Stewart Empire while Brian stayed silent. His mind was elsewhere as he leaned back on the sofa, staring out at

slender fingers squeezing his glass of wine, lips pursed. No one knew what he was

thinking.

on the door broke the

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

voice sounded from outside. “Mr. Stewart, Mr.

brow furrowed. “Come in.‘

CCTV cameras. The tablet displayed a

alert

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

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

spared. Yet, she knew that Finley wanted to torture Sofia deliberately. Meroy was well–acquainted with the type of men who wanted

Meroy was

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ruminating on it, Meroy still needed to

is dying!” Meroy’s voice was shrill as

in front of

real–time surveillance and froze. His face was filled with emotion for a moment as his brows knit together in anger.

glass of wine, drank it, and lay on the floor, vomiting incessantly. Her entire body looked like

were dumbfounded. They had just learned about Sofia’s release

Family and his desire to inflict punishment upon Sofia, looking at the

between the Campbells and the Stewarts, Sofia found herself unfortunate to be born as a

the Campbells were finished, Sofia had been in prison with

with Finley, but

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it clear that any attempts at persuasion would be futile.

words and

gaze on the repugnant group of men led by Watson. Though he remained seated, the intensity in his eyes was palpable, and his jaw

him. Brian stormed towards the box’s door without uttering a word, his usually composed and handsome face now contorted with

move a muscle and let Brian leave, his eyebrows knitted

breaths. What was

once Finley’s fiance, so what was