Chapter 343 – Returning to Her Not-So-Poor Family

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Right then, all she could think of was him. It seemed like he was the only one who could fix everything.

“He’s still upstairs. He can’t hear you even if you scream.” President Jay paused, then slapped her hard. “You slut, always trying to seduce young, handsome guys? You think I can’t satisfy you?”

“Leave me alone.” Molly wept, feeling too weak to resist. She couldn’t break free.

President Jay looked at her teary eyes, his heart aching. “I like girls like you. So cute, so lovable.”

He was about to rip off her last piece of clothing.

Just then, the door was kicked open. Hans stormed in to see Molly on the bed, hands pinned down, tears streaming, crying out, “Hans.”

The man standing over her was holding her hands above her head, about to unbuckle his belt. Seeing

Hans, he froze. “Hans? What are you doing here?” He backed away in fear.

Hans, consumed with fury, rushed over. He took off his jacket and covered Molly, then kicked President

Jay. He grabbed a chair and whacked President Jay with it.

President Jay suddenly keeled over. He didn’t even have the strength to beg for mercy and just passed out right there on the ground.

Hans looked at Molly lying in front of him, who looked so pitiful. He pulled up the dress she was wearing under her suit jacket.

“Hans.” Molly was still crying, her face as red as an apple. She unconsciously clung to Hans’ clothes, as if she was scared he would leave.

“Don’t worry, I’m here.” Hans picked her up.

Molly weakly wrapped her arms around his neck, sobbing quietly against his chest. This was the first time a girl had cried in his ear. Hans felt as if an invisible hand was tugging his heart. It was uncomfortable, and he felt guilty. If only he had been more careful, none of this would have happened.

“It’s so hot. I feel awful,” Molly sobbed quietly, her face already as red as an apple.

Hans held her as they entered the elevator. “Just hold on a little longer. The doctor will be here soon.”

Molly leaned against his neck, in agony.

“Molly.” Hans’ voice was full of restrained control. Her breath on his neck was a bit warm and somewhat seductive.

“I feel horrible, Hans.” Molly’s small face was rubbing against his face, her soft lips brushing against his skin and even his earlobe.

Hans’ breath quickened. “Behave.”

“I really feel horrible.”

“I know.”

From the moment they were in the guest room, Hans knew she had been drugged.

Finally, they reached the garage, and Hans put her in the back seat of the car. But Molly didn’t want to let go. “Don’t leave.”

“I’ll be right here in front.” Hans removed her hand, hoping she would calm down.

“Hans, don’t leave.” Molly’s eyes were filled with tears, clutching his clothes. Her eyes were full of a hint of grievance like she was acting spoiled.

Hans tried to soothe her, but it was no use. Feeling helpless, he had to take her in a cab.

He didn’t take Molly back to Reflections Villa, but gave the taxi driver his private address, urging the doctor to hurry.

Molly was held in his arms, mumbling, and fidgeting restlessly. She was pushing Hans’ patience and restraint of over twenty years to their limits.

This restless little kitten.

The driver up front saw the girl mumbling uncomfortably in Hans’ arms and thought she was drunk.

“Young man, how could you let your girlfriend drink so much? Alcohol is bad for the body. She looks really uncomfortable. You should make her some greasy breakfast food when you get home. A man should take care of his woman, don’t you agree?”

Hans agreed with the last part, “Hmm.”

Molly’s soft lips brushed against Hans’ earlobe, she mumbled softly, “Hans.” This touch, this call, completely shattered Hans’ sanity. He turned his head, and their lips met.

“Oh, these young people.” the driver didn’t dare look again and focused on driving.

Hans felt Molly’s lips against his, and he became statue-like, motionless. Molly tasted sweet, and her arms were tightly wrapped around his neck, deepening the kiss. She felt terrible, but the kiss eased her pain. She was desperate and eager to get more from Hans.

Molly kissed Hans for a long time. He eventually closed his eyes, and his fingers ran through her hair, deepening the kiss.

Molly’s kiss was unskilled; it was clear she had no experience,. But like an unripe fruit, it attracted him to explore further.

After a while, the car stopped in front of Hans’ private villa.

Hans got out of the car with Molly, but she was still passionately smooching him. This spectacle was witnessed by Dr. Blake, who was waiting at the door.

Blake was gobsmacked. It was full-on right from the start. Was this something he, as a doctor, should be seeing?

Who would have thought the usually cool and composed Hans had this side to him. And where did this gutsy little girl pop out from?

“Whatcha lookin’ at?” Hans’ finger pressed on the fingerprint scanner. As soon as they entered, the system detected the master’s return, lights automatically lit up, and the curtains neatly closed.

Hans set Molly on the sofa, then glanced at the newcomer. “Turn around.”

“Huh? Oh.” Although Blake had no idea what Hans was up to, he turned around anyway.

After Hans slightly adjusted Molly’s dress and covered her with his suit jacket, he then called Blake over to examine her.

“I’m going to give her a shot first. It’ll speed up the drug’s effect, but the process will be painful.” She would just have to grit her teeth and bear it for the next hour.

Upon hearing this treatment method, Hans immediately said, “Pick another one.”

Blake was confused. If there were other options, why would he choose this one??

“The drug she took is the latest on the market. Only this method can save her, and the others are harmful to her body.”

Hans gave him a look as if he was judging his medical skills. He whipped out his phone to call his sister, explained the situation, and then told Blake, “My sister said she just needs bloodletting.”

“Thanks, but I practice Western medicine, I don’t understand mysterious medical arts.”

Hans looked at him even more disdainfully, hung up the phone, and said, “Think of something else.”

Blake didn’t have any other tricks up his sleeve. “If you insist, there is one.”

He looked at Hans as if hinting at something. “But this drug is too strong, I’m afraid her body won’t be able to handle it.”

In the end, Hans could only let him give her the shot. If it weren’t for Mirabella being tied up, he wouldn’t have needed this shot.

After the shot, Blake told Hans to carry Molly back to her room to rest. “I’m leaving now. She’ll have a slight fever later, and it’s normal.”

“Mm, close the door on your way out.”

Blake had been friends with Hans for many years, and this was the first time he was looked down upon this much.

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