Chapter 647

A confused man recoiled as Daisy grabbed him. His friends, scowling, tried to pull her away before leaving. Other men, however, approached, smiling, touching her face, and hugging her waist. One man leered, "Hey, Sexy. Dumped? I'm available. I'll treat you better."

Daisy was unimpressed. She glared, sneering, "Who do you think you are? You're a fat pig! You're not worthy of me!"

The man's face hardened. "Are you tired of living?"

He raised his hand to slap her, but a bespectacled man intervened. "I'm sorry," he stammered. "My girlfriend is… insensible. Please, eat and drink. I'll pay."

His apology, delivered with genuine politeness, diffused the tension. "At least you know your place," Daisy muttered.

"Thank you," Connor replied, immediately pulling Daisy away from the crowd.

"Connor, who's your girlfriend?!" Daisy demanded, rolling her eyes. "Stop the nonsense! Get lost!"

He led her to a quieter corner before releasing her. "This place is chaotic. Let me take you home."

Daisy's earlier outburst could have had dire consequences if Connor hadn't intervened. But she remained ungrateful. "Scram!" she snorted. "Who do you think you are? Mind your own business. And if you want to impress me, you need qualifications. Look in the mirror—are you worthy?"

Lost in her tirade, Daisy didn't notice Connor's reflection. A prominent scar, ugly and disfiguring, ran from his eyebrow to his right eye. The scar made him self-conscious; he knew he'd never win her affection. A flicker of embarrassment crossed his face.

Daisy, meanwhile, sneered, turned, and gulped down wine. She moved to the dance floor, dancing wildly under the pulsing music. The attention she drew fueled her ego.

She ignored Connor, however, his eyes, hidden behind his glasses, burning with a mixture of malice and anger. His long-held, unrequited love had morphed into obsession. I must have her, he thought.

Connor left the bar, returning ten minutes later with a glass of wine. He crushed a pill into it. "Daisy, since you want to drink…" he pushed the glass toward her.

Daisy smirked. "At least you know your role, Connor. You're a bootlicker—be a good one. Don't even think about controlling me!" She downed the wine.

Unexpectedly, soon after drinking Connor's wine, Daisy felt dizzy and lightheaded. Her body swayed, threatening to collapse. Panic seizing her, she called Molly. "Molly? I'm at the bar on Cornell Street. Come quickly! I… I'm not well." Her voice was choked with sobs. The call ended abruptly.

Molly, initially stunned, was hesitant. Tiffany's words echoed in her mind: "She's not worth your effort. Don't bother, lest you suffer." Molly wrestled with doubt, but ultimately, her sisterly bond prevailed.

She rushed to the bar. Spotting Daisy being dragged away, Molly sped after them, yelling, "Let her go!"

Connor, unfazed, simply smiled wickedly. "Her sister? Even better!" He carried Daisy into an alley.

Molly, unable to follow in her car, gave chase on foot. After a considerable distance, Connor stopped. Molly pulled out her phone to call the police, but was suddenly surrounded by five menacing men. They blocked her path. "Another beauty," one of them sneered. "No need to quarrel, we'll take turns."

Terrified, Molly protested, but her threats were useless.

Daisy, regaining consciousness, saw the situation. Without hesitation, she cried, "Let me go! Take her instead!" She pointed at Molly. "She's a virgin! You'll like her more! Please!"

Molly was shocked. Her sister, the one she’d risked everything to save, was using her as a shield.