Love Began with the First Meeting
Chapter 512 Just Say The Word (Part One)

Brian glanced at Molly before walking past her to head downstairs. Despite hesitating briefly, she hurriedly followed him.

It was still raining outside and walking down the hill by herself would take a long time. Molly had already walked a long distance earlier and was exhausted. Her biggest fear was Daniel getting tortured if she didn't make it to the police station as soon as possible.

Grabbing a big umbrella by the door, Brian then flung an arm around Molly's shoulders and escorted her to the car. He kept himself calm and felt the girl in his arms stiffen for a second that made him twitch.

Once settled in the car, Brian called Lisa to inform her that he would be out for a while. He wouldn't have called if Mark wasn't in the villa. While he was confident nothing was going to happen, Brian still wanted to make sure the boy was safe, and no accidents would occur while he was gone.

He started the car and sped off under heavy rain cloaking the night sky.

"Where are you heading to?" he asked Molly.

"The police station in the southern district," she replied in an anxious tone.

He slightly frowned but said nothing.

He noticed Molly kept looking at her phone to check the time. It was one o'clock in the morning. Looking out the window, she hardly saw anything clearly because of the rain.

After a quick glimpse at his passenger, Brian negotiated through slick roads as fast as he could. Moments later, they arrived at the police station.

A hundred thoughts ran through Molly's mind as Brian drove to the station. She was extremely nervous the entire trip. When she saw the station, Molly forgot everything else. The car had barely stopped when Molly jumped out to head into the building. She was nearly soaked even if the entrance was only a few steps away.

Brian watched Molly disappear into the station. When she was out of sight, he used the car phone to dial a number.

"Why is Daniel at the police station?" he asked curtly. Without waiting for a reply from the other end of the line, Brian quickly ordered, "Check it out for me."

Stunned at the order, the person Brian called quickly said yes.

He ended the call but stayed inside the car. Rain continued to fall heavily and pounded the car's roof, its thumping noise a steady cadence. Several minutes went by before the car phone rang.

"Two gangs were involved in a knife fight tonight and Daniel was with one of the groups. They found drugs on him and brought him to the station." The report was concise and the informant waited for Brian to speak. Frowning, Brian asked, "Drugs? How much did he have on him?"

"More than two hundred grams," was the reply.

His brows knitted more tightly. Only Black Widow dared to sell this volume of drugs at any given time in A City.

After hanging up, Brian glanced at the police station again. His dark eyes now resembled a bottomless well. When he found himself inside the station, Brian thought he had crossed a line he had set for himself. Thinking Brian had left after dropping her off earlier, Molly was shocked to see the man inside.

The station was packed with people, mostly those involved in the fight. However, Brian didn't see Daniel among them. He approached the officer on duty, whose face was imperious since Brian was unknown to him.

With the substantial amount of drugs found in Daniel's person at the scene of the crime, he would likely be in police custody.

After collecting herself, Molly realized something. She hurriedly walked up to Brian, tugged at his sleeve and urgently begged, "Brian, please help Daniel. I'm sure he's innocent." She looked so distraught as she pleaded, "Please help him. You have connections to get him out of here, don't you?"

He stared down at her but didn't respond. But instinct told Molly that this man would be able to help her brother.

Teary-eyed, she continued, "Please, please. I need your help. Please help Daniel get out."

"My help?" Brian raised an eyebrow at her. He felt a little tense but covered this up by sneering at her. "Why would I do that? What gives you the right to ask me for help?" He inhaled in annoyance. "Who are you to me? More to the point, who am I to you?" That said, a glimmer of hope flashed in Brian's eyes. He was trying so hard to suppress his yearning for an affectionate reply. In his mind, Brian said, 'Molly, just say the word, and I'll do anything for you!'

Sitting in the M-blue Restaurant, Brian recalled that day at the police station. As he stared out from the glass window, it was difficult to see anything through the thick fog after the rain. Each time someone walked by, he would imagine it was Molly. Like she told him that night, he had been crazy. His lips curled into a mocking smile. That night at the police station remained vivid in his mind.

The following day, Daniel was out on bail. But Brian had nothing to do with his release. Spark wasn't powerful enough to have gotten him out. It would take more than money to get him out on bail considering the quantity of illegal drugs found in his possession. Finally, Tony revealed it was Eric who facilitated Daniel's release.

How ridiculous, Brian thought.

He still couldn't believe that Molly would rather ask Eric for help than say the words he wanted to hear.

All she had to say was that he was her man. Or that she was his woman. Just those words and he would have done anything for her.

His eyes darkened at the memory. When he walked into the police station that night, Brian had made up his mind to help Molly. But he couldn't stop himself from asking those questions and anticipating her answers. In the end, his arrogance cost him the opportunity to do something good for Molly and instead gave it to Eric.

Again, his lips curled into a mocking smile. Until now, he was surprised that he regretted that decision.

"Bri... Bri?" The voice seemed far away.

But it was a woman calling his nickname in a soft and gentle voice, which reminded him of the woman he loved. It annoyed him to recognize who had called him. Brian slowly turned to look at Hannah, who sat opposite him. Coldly, he said, "We're not close. Don't call me that!" he snapped. The air thickened with tension. Slightly shocked and embarrassed for being berated in public, Hannah's lips twitched into a weak smile. She tried to tease him. "Then how about I call you Mr. Brian Long? Doesn't that sound too formal?"

Instead of responding, Brian pressed the bell to summon the waiter, who immediately walked over to their table.

"Mr. Brian Long, can I help you?" he asked politely.

"Check, please," Brian said briskly.

Hannah's expression changed, and he noted that she now looked very annoyed. He ignored this and affixed his signature to settle the bill. Then coldly, he said, "I have work to do, so I'm going to leave now."

He stood up and was about to leave but turned around and walked over to Hannah so that he towered over her. "Give Mr. Song a message for me. I'm not interested in you."

With that, he walked out leaving Hannah, whose face had turned cold and hard as marble. She clenched her fists and gritted her teeth as she stared at Brian's retreating figure.

"Miss Song?" the waiter said cautiously. She turned to look at him before quickly standing up and walking out of the restaurant.

Bag in hand, Hannah walked briskly to the parking lot. She was so angry that she drove like a madman down the crowded street, feeling like she could run over someone. Cars started to honk at her and screeched as they dodged her vehicle. ☐