Goodbye, My Wretched Love! By Dolly Molly

Chapter 258



Chapter 258

Justin smiled wryly, “Paul, are you stupid too. Sofia is Mr. Stwart’s life, how can Mr. Stwart be willing? Unless Mr. Stwart wants to die with her!”

A small electric car suddenly rushed over not far away, and Daisy almost felt like riding the electric car out of racing.

Justin was taken aback by this riding style. Looking at the little woman who took off her helmet, he couldn’t help being slightly taken aback, with concern flashing across his eyes, and hurried over.

Daisy knew Justin, and rushed towards Justin angrily, “Where’s my friend? Where’s Sofia?”

“Where did you take her?”

Justin pursed his lips and smiled, “Your friend was picked up by Mr. Stwart, it’s all right.”

Only then did Daisy breathe a sigh of relief, and saw that there seemed to be someone coming to rescue not far away. She was about to go over to have a look, but Justin blocked her way.

“Let me take you back. A few friends from our side have been racing on the road recently. Your electric car is not suitable for riding here. It will be bad if it hits you.”

Daisy was full of doubts and wanted to see the Maserati in

front of her. After all, she also knew Brian, so she was a friend.

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As a result, Justin blocked her from passing, and she couldn’t

beat him.

Luke and the others were booing all around, and it looked like a racing car, but just now Brian smashed a wine bottle on Zion’s head, and it felt like they were very perverted when they were rich.

Daisy snorted coldly, turned around and got on her electric bike.

Justin drove a Porsche and had to follow behind her, not far

or close.

He was really worried that something would happen to this woman. If something happened to her, Sofia would be crazy, and if Sofia was crazy, Mr. Stwart would be even crazier. It would be inhumane for Mr. Stwart to be crazy.

Well, he thinks so, so keep the woman in front safe.

The night was getting darker, and in the master bedroom of the villa, the clothes of two people were scattered.

Just finished, Sofia sprawled on the cold ground, this time Finley was rough.

He hated her and would no longer be gentle with her.

He got up slowly, went to the bathroom to rinse, changed into clean clothes, walked up to Sofia, gritted his teeth and said, “Sofia, don’t you want to be free? Get out of here tomorrow, and don’t appear in front of me again! Get out of here The farther the better!”Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

Sofia lay prone on the thick plush carpet, and bursts of cold

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air penetrated into her body through the carpet.

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The cold has been invaded into her heart, making her tremble slightly.

She gritted her teeth and slowly got up. Just after taking a few steps, her legs were a little unsteady.

She took a breath, feeling extremely humiliated for the first time.

Although she was used to being stepped into the dust by Finley, what he said last night still stabbed her like a knife.

But there was one thing that surprised Sofia.

He didn’t push her into hell again, but chose to throw her out like a worn–out rag.

Sofia didn’t know at this moment whether she was really relaxed, or if she felt that she had screwed up.

She was still able to act by his side, but after leaving him, the acting stage was completely dismantled. She had never been so at a loss as to how to take the road ahead.

It is estimated that from now on, Finley will really hate her,

which is fine.

Sofia staggered into the bathroom, she turned on the shower, and the warm water fell on her mottled skin.

Finley had been torturing her like a madman last night. He was rushing to kill her, and in the end he spared her half–life.

Sofia came out of the bathroom, opened the closet and found a pair of beige jeans, a light blue long– sleeved sweater, and

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finally changed into a white turtleneck sweater. The collar can hide the marks on the neck, otherwise there is no way to go out to meet people.


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