The night was as dark as ink. The gray Cullinan blended into the night, slowly fading away in front of Molly, the red tail lights glimmering like fleeting fireworks. Ocelotte was here one moment and gone the next.“I miss you, Ocelotte.” Molly stood in the darkness, murmuring softly. The wound on her knee split open, blood dripping onto the gray concrete floor, forming a stark and heartbreaking contrast. Her small, almond-shaped face looked pale, almost ghostly in the black night. Suddenly, the car ahead came to a stop. With tears at the corners of her eyes, Molly's lips trembled uncontrollably. Yet, she managed to force out a fragile smile. Ocelotte! Ocelotte! Molly ran toward him quickly, forgetting the bleeding knee and the boundaries Ocelotte had set for her. She was to never appear before him again.Molly only wanted to go to him and see him once more, just to get a chance. The expensive car and the distinguished man still made her hesitate just one meter awa
An hour later, the gray Cullinan slowly drove into the Sanders Manor. Ocelotte opened the car door, his tall frame of six-foot-two passing through the foyer and into the living room. Although it was already the middle of the night, the Sanders Manor was still brightly lit. Noah was waiting for his youngest son to return late. Hearing the noise, Noah put down the chess pieces in his hands. He looked up and smiled at Ocelotte, who looked heartbroken. "Out prowling in the middle of the night? Did you catch anything?" Ocelotte took off his coat and casually tossed it onto the sofa. Then, he instructed the housekeeper, "Make me some sandwiches, Kendra." Kendra had always been fond of him. She quickly untied her apron and went to the kitchen. A little while later, she brought over some sandwiches.As Ocelotte ate the sandwiches in large bites, Noah silently walked over. The latter watched his son and silently urging him to hurry up.Ocelotte put down the sandwich and said indif
In the private room, about ten people were there, including Ocelotte. The atmosphere was lively. Except for Scarlett, no one knew that Ocelotte and Molly were old acquaintances. So, when the second-generation rich were acting up, they didn’t spare Molly. Since she was the most attractive one in the room, they particularly forced alcohol on her. Three glasses of red wine were neatly placed on the coffee table. A man named Mayson Hogan took a check for 10 million dollars from his pocket and pointed at the three glasses of wine.Mayson said to Molly, “Don’t you want to pull in some investments? Drink these three glasses, take this check, and consider it my investment.” If Molly drank those three glasses, she’d either be dead drunk or fall over. Scarlett immediately forced a smile, saying, “Molly still has to play cards with you. Let me drink this wine. How about I pour three more glasses, Mr. Mayson?” After saying that, Scarlett poured two more glasses. Before she could dr
The private room immediately fell silent. At first, someone muttered something like "crazy" under their breath. When they saw it was Ocelotte, however, no one dared to say another word. Ocelotte slowly stood up. He stepped over the red wine stains and walked straight to Molly’s side. He looked down at her from a height, taking in her disheveled state. He looked at the red wine stains on her long lashes. Her lips were bitten and broken, and a bloodstained mark on her pale neck. Molly tilted her head back, and her body trembled slightly. Their gazes intertwined. Ocelotte’s voice was low and hoarse as he stared into her eyes and asked, “Is this the life you’re chasing? Are you happy? Is it a good feeling, being humiliated for a little bit of money?”The people in the room were quick-witted, and with just a glance, they knew exactly what to do. The female stars and models immediately opened the bottles of red wine. Then, they poured the wines over themselves, dousing thei
The parking lot was cold, making Molly shiver. Ocelotte opened the door of gray Cullinan, gesturing for Molly to get in. She hesitated, afraid that the wine stains on her clothes would dirty his car. However, it was clear that he didn’t mind. Ocelotte's eyes showed a hint of displeasure as he commanded, “Get in.”Only then did Molly cautiously get in, trying her best not to dirty his car. After a moment, Ocelotte followed and got into the car. Inside, the only sound was the faint click of seat belts, and that small noise made Molly feel like a startled bird. She turned her head slightly and whispered, “Where are we going?”Ocelotte buckled his seatbelt, his dark eyes deep and unreadable. After a long silence, he replied with a touch of mockery, “To the hotel. "What’s this? After a few years in the entertainment industry, you’ve learned how to play hard to get with men and pretend to be innocent?”“I haven’t,” Molly quickly responded. Her voice was husky and tinged with hes
When Molly came out of the bathroom, she was wearing the hotel's bathrobe. It was loosely draped over her slender figure, accentuating her delicate frame. The bedroom was brightly lit. Ocelotte had just washed in the bathroom next door. He was leaning casually against the large bedhead and flipping through a hotel magazine. He was only wearing black pants, and his long, fit body was on full display. Molly didn’t dare look at the water droplets on Ocelotte's body. She carefully held onto the edge of the bed and knelt beside him. With a memory of how he had looked before, she leaned in to kiss him. A large hand grabbed the back of her head, urgently pulling her toward him. Then, all the fiery memories came flooding back. Molly had sex with Ocelotte.…Ocelotte’s continued entanglements had stretched over several rounds. By the time they were done, it was nearly 2:00 am.Molly lay there, nearly lifeless, while the man remained full of energy. He rolled off the bed, heading to t
Roselyn suddenly understood. "It's Ocelotte! Your grandmother has been talking about him all the time."Molly forced a smile.Roselyn didn't think this child seemed sweet at all. Although she was close to Molly and her grandmother, she had always been hired to do the work, so she didn't dare to say too much.Molly returned to her room and changed back into her clothes, thinking about her conversation with Roselyn.Grandmother knew about Ocelotte.When Molly and her grandmother were at their lowest point, barely surviving, she would tell her grandmother stories every day. Molly said there was a very good boy named Ocelotte, who had gone abroad to study. When he returned, he would be with Molly, and the family would have one more person.Though her grandmother couldn't see anymore, every time she heard about Ocelotte, she would unconsciously smile.Ocelotte, such a beautiful name.…Molly finished washing up and went to her grandmother's room. After she started earning mone
Scarlett had other plans. She felt that Molly and Ocelotte could work things out, but this naive girl wasn’t really cut out for the entertainment industry. Once she became the young mistress and enjoyed life, she shouldn’t forget about Scarlett. However, before Ocelotte truly felt any pain for Molly, Scarlett thought that Molly still needed to endure some hardship. Not playing any mind games, Scarlett made everything clear and visible—let Ocelotte see for himself! If he didn’t feel sorry for her, then with the money he’d given Molly over the past three months, that would be enough for her for a lifetime. Having been through the ups and downs of the entertainment industry, Scarlett had seen all kinds of disgusting things. Once you encounter enough demons and monsters, you begin to long for something beautiful. She hoped Molly would have a good future. Just then, Ocelotte’s call came through.Molly held the phone tightly and quietly told him that there had been some iss