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Unable to find Molly Walker and unable to reach her by phone, Joshua Thompson returned to his car.
On the way back, he received a certain phone call.
Looking at the caller ID, it turned out to be Michael Gallagher.
Joshua raised his eyebrows, not hesitating to pick up the call. âItâs a rare occasion, Mr. Gallagher. I didnât think you would call me.â
In all these years, Michael had rarely initiated contact with him.
But Michael wasnât in the mood to banter. He said coldly, âMolly is in trouble.â
âWhat did you say?!â
Joshua slammed on the brakes and quickly pulled the car over.
âWhat happened? Whatâs wrong with her?â
His anxious tone made Michael purse his lips, but this was not the time to dwell on it.
The assistant had found Mollyâs whereabouts, and as expected, sheâd been taken by Samuel Richardson.
Michael wouldnât be afraid if someone else took her, but Samuel was a cruel, ruthless man who would do anything. Even though Isabelle had gone to stop him, Michael still wasnât reassured.
At that moment, Joshua came to mind.
He hadnât expected that in the end, heâd have to ask for help from his ex-wifeâs âlover.â
With a mocking smile, Michaelâs voice sounded like it had been run through an icehouse, âSamuel took her away. Iâm in the hospital now, and the doctor wonât let me leave. I donât trust anyone else, so I have to leave this matter to you.â
âPlease protect her for me.â
These solemn words stirred a surge of anger in Joshua.
Leave it to him? To protect Molly?
Who was her husband after all?
âAre you out of your mind, Michael Gallagher? Who gave you the right to entrust her to me? Who am I to her, and who are you to her?â
âWho is her husband?â
Fuming with anger, Joshua ordered someone to locate Samuel while cursing at Michael.
âSo now youâre so ill that you canât move? Michael Gallagher, even if your legs are broken, you should crawl your way to save her.â
Not waiting for Michaelâs response, Joshua hung up the phone angrily.
Michael Gallagher was indeed unreliable. His own wife was in trouble, and he had to rely on another man to save her.
Next time, Joshua would have to persuade Molly to divorce this kind of man as soon as possible.
In the hospital, Michael silently watched the doctor who had just completed the examination leave the room.
Ever since heâd asked the doctor if he could leave, the doctor seemed to have known his intentions and checked on him every five minutes.
To escape, heâd have to seize those five minutes.
Thankfully, the room was only on the second floor, with a tree nearby and a staircase below.
When the doctor entered the room again, he found it empty.
Dark-faced, the doctor asked the nurse standing guard outside, âWhere is the patient from Room 66?â
âNot in there? I didnât see anyone come out.â
The doctor quickly looked out the window, and sure enough, it was open. The patient had run away again!
Meanwhile, at the Richardson familyâs villa.
Molly, bound and held captive, eyed the men approaching her, her mind racing to come up with a way to escape.
The scar-faced man sneered, âI know what youâre thinking. Donât waste your energy. In all these years, not a single woman has escaped. But you are the most beautiful woman Iâve ever seen.â
Molly felt panic rising within her, but her mind was incredibly clear.
She had to think of a way out.
âI know what you guys want to do. You wonât have much fun with me tied up.
Why donât you untie me and Iâll come play with you willingly?â âOh?â the scar-faced man laughed, âHow do you want to play?â
He approached her with the knife in hand.
The cold blade barely brushed her skin, finally coming to a halt at her shoulder, where he lightly flicked it.
A strap of her lingerie snapped.
With deft movements, he sliced away at her clothes.
He was toying with her clothing and with her.
Mollyâs heart drummed in her chest, but she uttered bold and rebellious words:
âBrother, itâs no fun being tied up like this. I know I canât escape if Iâm in your hands. To be honest, Iâve been wanting to try other men for a while now.â
Her words made the scar-faced man laugh, âI never thought Mr. Gallagherâs woman would say something like this. What, he didnât satisfy you after being married to him?â
âAh, let me be honest with you,â Molly shook her head, full of regret, âMichael may look good, but heâs not good in bed.â
The other bodyguards exchanged glances, thinking about the rumors between Michael and Joshua, and understanding dawned on their faces.
No wonder Mr. Gallagherâs sexual orientation had changed, it turned out he was no good in bedâ¦
With this news, the scar-faced manâs expression turned strange as well.
Originally, he wouldnât touch Michael Gallagherâs woman, but she was just his ex-wife now. Moreover, the rumors between Michael and Joshua had led him to conclude that Michael didnât like her anymore.
Not to mention, everyone in Sunnydale City probably thought the same.
Their marriage was just for the sake of Joshua.
Thinking like this, Molly seemed like quite a pitiful person.
Seeing the menâs sympathetic looks, Molly knew they believed her words.
So she blinked, coaxing out a few tears of grievance.
Three years of marriage, her grievances were indeed real.
The tears, too, were real.
Molly choked back a sob, âAll these lonely days in an empty room after marriage have been so hard.â
âYou guys can relax. Let me go, and I wonât struggle. Iâll cooperate with you, but donât tell Michael afterward, okay?â
Mollyâs words left the men dumbfounded.
If anyone else said this, they wouldnât believe them, but they believed her.
After all, the recent news of Michael and Joshuaâs affairs had been all the rage. Plus, her words of lament didnât seem fake.
âBro Sean, what do we do now?â
The other men looked toward the scar-faced man.
If Molly struggled, they would, as usual, take turns punishing her.
But now, this woman was willingly throwing herself at them.
They werenât lacking women; they were just doing a job for Mr. Richardson.
Samuel wanted to make her afraid, but now she not only wasnât scared, but she was inviting them fervently.
âDonât worry, Iâm not a first-timer. Although Michael canât satisfy me, I still find dozens of different men every month. As long as you donât force yourselves on me, I can fully cooperate.â Mollyâs words left the men feeling fearful.
Dozens of different menâ¦
This woman was too terrifying. Didnât she fear getting sick?
She might not be scared, but they were!
Scar-faced man Sean saw the looks of fear on his comrades and remained silent.
He was considering whether or not to tell Samuel that their usual methods would be ineffective on this woman.
He had been closely watching Mollyâs expressions, and her eagerness to try didnât seem fake.
As he hesitated, the door suddenly banged loudly.
âSean Johnson, I know youâre inside. Open the door for me right now!â
This sharp, fierce voice made Sean turn around abruptly.
âBro Sean, itâs the heiress.â
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