Dahlia Nicholson and Dustin Rhys Novel
Chapter 678

Chapter 678

"Let me go!" Abigail flung her father's hand aside angrily. "You might be a coward, but I will never bow down to them like you do!"

She could leave now, but what about Natasha and the others? Was she supposed to abandon her friends and run away? She could never do that!

"Abigail, as long as you're alive, there's always a chance for you to seek revenge!" Mr. Robinson advised.

"You can leave if you want to, but don't tell me what to do!" Abigail snapped cooly. She despised her spineless father; he bowed down to others no matter what.

He had never once acted like a man. Others had made fun of her all her life because of his timid actions. Therefore, she'd sworn that no matter what, she would never lose her dignity! "Stop being so stubborn, Abigail. Let's go!" Mr. Robinson tugged at Abigail anxiously.

"I told you not to tell me what to do! Scram!" Abigail shoved her father, and the man fell to the ground.

Marlon grinned at the sight. "You should have listened to your father, darling. You wouldn't have been able to escape, but it would have been fun to watch you two try."

He never planned to let them escape in the first place. He was merely playing a game of cat and

mouse.

"I knew you were up to no good!" Abigail clutched her dagger and tried to stab Marlon. As long as she could defeat that man, they would all be safe.

"What a fool." Marlon shook his head. Then, he planted his foot into Abigail's chest.

Abigail grunted as the force threw her backward Blood trickled out of the corner of her mouth. For a moment, she was immobile.

"Since you like using force so much, why don't we start with you?" Marlon slowly approached her with a leering grin. He wanted to take her clothes off.

Mr. Robinson was instantly alarmed. Falling onto his knees before Marlon, he begged, "Please forgive her, sir! She's just a child. I beg you!" He bowed deeply.

"F*ck off, you old shit!" Annoyed, Marlon kicked Mr Robinson aside.

"Sir!" Mr. Robinson clambered back to his knees. Please let my daughter go! I'll do anything you

want!"

"Are you f*cking deaf? I told you to piss off!" Marlon kicked Mr. Robinson again, harder this time.

The older man grunted as he flew backward. Still, he staggered to his feet and lunged toward Marlon. He held the other man's calf, begging, "Please, sir! Please don't hurt my daughter!" "You're dead meat!" Finally losing his temper, Marlon planted a furious kick on Mr. Robinson's back.

Mr. Robinson threw up blood that dyed the snow red. However, he refused to let go of Marlon's leg.

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"Just die already, you old coot!" His stubbornness ticked Marlon off, who planted kick after kick on his back. Each kick caused Mr. Robinson to throw up blood. Still, his grip never loosened.

"F*ck off!"

Furious, Marlon aimed his last blow at Mr. Robinson's head. He kicked it like a football. Immediately, Mr. Robinson went flying and crashed into a tree. He was bleeding profusely.

"Dad!"

"Mr. Robinson!"