After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities novel Chapter 177

Winter's eyes were filled with despair.

Sylvia didn't sleep. Staying in her bedroom in Pearlhall Villa, she was typing on the keyboard of her laptop.

Her fingers repeatedly danced like flying butterflies.

She hacked into the surveillance system of the studio hall and viewed the video. Then she hacked into the transportation surveillance system to trace the black car that had taken Mollie away.

After the car went out of town, she tracked it down along the route.

There were fewer cameras on the ring road outside the town, but she still found some traces.

Her men followed her orders, chasing the black vehicle as fast as possible.

Meanwhile, Sylvia held her laptop on the first floor.

Shortly after, a white Land Rover rushed into the night.

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Mollie dared not to sleep, huddling up in the corner.

After the night became deep, she was frozen by the low temperature and dampness from the ground.

The dead silence broke her down.

She huddled stiffly without moving a bit.

All of a sudden, there was a loud creak on the iron door.

Mollie was frightened, glaring at the door on alert.

A fat man with a strong suntan walked to her, ferociously looking at her up and down.

"What a beauty!"

His sour breath with the strong alcohol smell sickened Mollie, who almost vomited.

She paled and gazed at him. "W-What do you want?"

"My boss told me not to lay a finger on you. It'll be a pity if I don't." The man wanted to squat in front of her, but his fat belly stopped him. He sat on the ground and lost his balance.

The next second, he pounced on Mollie.

Huddling in the corner, Mollie was pressed by the fat man immediately.

The back of her head hit the wall, and the pain made her almost faint.

However, her arms and legs had been tied up, so she couldn't struggle or escape.

She rubbed against her wrist, trying to break free, but it didn't work.

The fat man's stink overwhelmed her.

Mollie held her breath. Before she cried out for help, the fat man started pecking her neck.

"Fuck off! Stop it!"

"Help! Help!"

"Pak!" The fat man slapped her across her face violently. Her cheek instantly reddened and swelled up with an evident palm print.

"Stop yelling, bitch! I'm gonna teach you a lesson."

As he spoke, he started to strip himself.

Mollie shook her head vigorously. "No! Please don't! I'm from a noble family. I can give you as much money as you like. Stop it!"

Her heart almost stopped beating.

Tears rolled down her cheeks. "Please! Please let go of me!"

"I don't want money. After you're set free in two days, I cannot have a chance anymore." The fat man glared at her while battling against drunkenness. Then he wanted to tear Mollie's clothes off.

Mollie closed her eyes in despair and couldn't help weeping.

She wondered if she would be humiliated today.