A Wound that Never Heals

Chapter 21

Chapter 21 Gustave Saves Darlene

Without waiting for Darlene to catch her breath, Douglas directly grabbed Darlene from the ground and ruthlessly slapped her in the face.

“You dare to hit me. Look at yourself. I have seen plenty of sluts like you. Why are you pretending to be pure and noble? Aren’t you all just some dissolute bitches that are used by many men?”

Douglas‘ words became more and more unbearable to the ear. Darlene was in so much pain that she heard noises in her ears. Her whole body trembled, and everything in the room became blurred in front of her eyes. novelbin

Douglas still felt that he was not satisfied. No one dared to slap him for so many years. And yet he was actually slapped by Darlene, whom he believed to be a lowly thing. So Douglas had to teach her a lesson.

He looked around and directly took a shelf with a row of lighted candles. Then he grabbed Darlene’s hair and stuffed a burning candle into her mouth.

“Don’t people like you sell yourself for money? I have plenty of money. If you eat a candle, I’ll give you 17 thousand dollars. If you can handle all of them, this check worth 80 thousand dollars will be yours.”

Douglas slammed a check on the tea table heavily. Ignoring Darlene’s struggle, he pressed down on her jaw and forced her to open her mouth, stuffing one end of the candle into her throat.

Everyone in the private room knew that Douglas was playing wild, but they

all turned away and pretended not to see it.

As the candle was stuffed into Darlene’s throat, the sharp pain of burning instantly spread out.

Darlene’s forehead was drenched in sweat. She held on to her last bit of

strength and cursed bitterly, “Fucking bastard!”

Fat Douglas laughed, “Curse while you can. When I turn you to a mute, you will not be able to voice a single word. You offended Mr. Gallard. Who else do you think will help you?”

As soon as he finished speaking, a look of disbelief and pain suddenly

appeared on Douglas‘ face, and then he let out a sharp scream like a pig being slaughtered.

Darlene had just picked up a piece of broken glass on the ground. At that moment, she fiercely stabbed it into Douglas‘ neck. Whether the glass cut his vein or not was unknown, but blood quickly gushed out.

Darlene pushed Douglas away desperately. Before the people in the room were too scared to come back to their senses, Darlene stood up from the sofa in a panic and ran out with a pale face.

Douglas clutched his neck and chased after her with bloodshot eyes. “Bitch, you are simply courting death. Stop right there! If I don’t kill you today, I am

not from the fierce Nixon family.”

Darlene stumbled out and ran along the corridor toward the elevator, disregarding the angry voices coming nearer and nearer from behind.

Her entire body was covered in blood, and it was impossible to tell whether it was her own blood or Douglas‘.

When the people in the corridor saw Darlene, it was as if they had seen a ghost, and everyone tried to avoid her.

Her throat was burned. She could sense the pain and smell the blood. But Darlene could not care about it. If she could not enter the elevator, she was afraid that she would really die today.

Douglas‘ methods were extremely cruel. It was rumored that he had killed a woman in bed before. But the test results later said that the woman died

from illness, and the matter was left unsettled.

Douglas‘ wife was from the Walpole family, which was enough to compete

against the Gallard Group. They each occupied half of the market and

business in Baltimore.

Other than his wife, Douglas was completely unrestrained in Baltimore and

even America.

Behind Darlene, Douglas‘ voice sounded. “All of you, come over here and get her. I have to catch that bitch today. I can’t let her escape.”

Darlene quickened her pace. When she saw the elevator door open in front of

her, a glimmer of hope rose up. But soon the elevator door slowly closed in

front of her.

Inside were two tall and straight men. The one standing slightly at the back, slightly lowered his head with earpieces in his ears, looking like a bodyguard.

The taller one in front, who was about 6 feet 3 inches tall, at that moment, stared at Darlene outside the elevator.

There was no pity in his eyes, only disgust.

Obviously, he did not intend to let Darlene in.

But Darlene anxiously reached out and stopped the elevator door that was about to close. She said in a hoarse voice, “Please. Please let me in.”

Her throat was burned, and her voice was extremely unpleasant to hear. At that time, the blood all over her body made it difficult for people not to feel disgusted.

In such a nightclub, it was common to see women who had offended rich

men and were injured. Or sometimes these women deliberately pretended to be pitiful to attract attention.

The bodyguard took a step forward and said coldly, “Miss, please let go.

There is another elevator.”

Chaotic footsteps came over from behind. Darlene gritted her teeth in despair and knelt. “Please save me. Take me downstairs.”

Gustave Walpole, the man in the front, casually saw a mole under Darlene’s left eye, and his expression finally changed. “It’s you.”

Darlene did not understand his words and only begged Gustave, “Please let

me in. I beg you.”

The other elevator next to Darlene had not yet reached this floor, so she had

no time to wait.

Avery had left her in Douglas‘ hands, and Avery might want her to die.

The sound of approaching footsteps made Darlene wonder if they were about

to pass through a corner and catch her.

Gustave did not say anything else. He took a step forward and directly pulled

Darlene behind him.

Darlene hid in the corner of the elevator. Two men in front completely blocked her.

Then Douglas caught up. He was furious. But when seeing Gustave in the elevator, Douglas was first stunned and then looked weird.

“Gustave, you are here too.”

Gustave calmly sized Douglas up. “Douglas, what is this all about?”

The nightclub security guard behind Douglas was about to explain the situation, but Douglas laughed. “Nothing. I came out to take a breath. If there’s nothing else, you can go.”

Gustave’s expression was calm. He didn’t ask any more questions, and the elevator door closed.

After that, Douglas was immediately so angry that his face darkened. He punched the wall fiercely. “Continue to look for her. Even if you turn this place upside down, you have to find her for me.”

Douglas naturally didn’t dare to say anything in front of Gustave, because Gustave was indeed his nephew and also the president of the Walpole Group.

If Douglas‘ wife found out about what he had done, Douglas would be fucked.

The security guard next to Douglas asked carefully, “Mr. Nixon, she is indeed coming this way. Could it be that she was in the elevator just now?”

Douglas said impatiently, “Impossible. I know Gustave. He won’t even care if someone dies in front of him. Continue to search for her.”

The elevator stopped in the underground garage. Gustave, who was believed to be indifferent even if someone died in front of him, took Darlene into his

car.

Darlene was covered in blood and feared dirtying the car. She did not dare to sit down and secretly hung her body.

Gustave felt familiar with Darlene. He looked at her for a moment and asked, “What is your name?”