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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in East China right now, and they intend to do an island reclamation and renovation project. If we

No one knew that Watson Real Estate was backed by Finley Stewart and that he had a

was Cecil Birgid, a financer with his home base in New York.

passwords with Cecil’s help, stealing a large amount of financial information while also

crushed the Nobel Company and left the

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

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

thinking.

a sudden, a hesitant knock on the door broke

was in a private meeting with his

from outside. “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 since the

If one of them died,

was a no–go. After all, Mr. Stewart was strict about that, and no one sensible enough would be that

wanted to torture Sofia deliberately. Meroy was well–acquainted with the type of men who wanted

up dying, Meroy was the first

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Meroy still needed to take

Meroy’s voice

front of Finley.

the real–time surveillance and froze. His face was filled with emotion for a moment as his brows

drank it, and lay on the floor, vomiting incessantly. Her entire body looked like a dirty rag.

Finley and were dumbfounded. They had just learned about Sofia’s release from prison

grudge towards the Campbell Family and his desire to inflict punishment upon Sofia, looking at the live feed made

to be born as a Campbell and even more unfortunate to have fallen in love with someone like

that the Campbells were finished, Sofia had been in prison with a disabled hand. Hasn’t

and attempted to reason with Finley,

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that any attempts at persuasion would be

swallowed their words and

fixed a piercing gaze on the repugnant group of men led by Watson. Though he remained seated,

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

a muscle and let Brian leave, his

breaths.

so what was Brian thinking?