Love Began with the First Meeting
Chapter 651 New Start (Part One)

I made up my mind. I want to have a fresh start with you, and leave everything that happened in the past. I know it won't be easy. But if you agree, we can give it a try. There will be instances when it's more challenging than either of us could imagine. I've decided, however, to take a leap of faith on us.

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After what happened in the afternoon, everyone began to see Molly in a different light. Some gazed at her with disdain, some a little confused, while others were intrigued. Despite all the unwanted attention, Molly kept to herself and provided little information when probed. The less she said, the less they would be suspicious about.

"Molly," began Little Cutie as soon as they were left alone, "You..." She took a deep breath. "Who on Earth are you?" she asked, her beady eyes twinkling with interest. It seemed that Little Cutie fell under the last category. She was curious about the truth. Molly beamed, offering a faint smile before answering, "I'm an ordinary person who, like you, has to scrape by on my menial assistant salary."

Little Cutie pouted, unconvinced by her answer, as she gave her an innocent once-over. "Myra says your dress is worth more than a 100, 000 dollars," she said, "I replace it hard to believe that you're scraping by on your assistant salary alone."

"While we can't choose the environment we live in," Molly said calmly, resting briefly from wiping the piano clean. Her hand gripped the cloth firmly. She experienced an unclear yet decided emotion, which she pushed away, before continuing, "We have the right to choose the life we want to live." Hearing Molly's cryptic words, Little Cutie seemed to have a vague understanding of what she meant. However, she wasn't ready to drop the topic yet. She continued to probe Molly, "Why do I feel like there's a hidden meaning behind your words?"

Molly turned to look at Little Cutie, and gave a small laugh, "What can you possibly think do I mean?" She went back to cleaning the piano. "Don't overthink it. Let's just do our job quick so we can get off earlier."

"Well, okaaay," Little Cutie responded, still skeptical about her. She stared at Molly for a bit, unsure of what next to do.

"Molly, Little Cutie," An arrogant voice came, as someone entered the room. As soon as Fly saw Molly, she hummed and continued to talk to her in a cold and arrogant tone, "The Troupe Head says there's going to be a dinner party. We should gather at the hall in half an hour." With that, she gave a purposeful sneer at Molly, and then left whilst shaking her head.

Molly frowned slightly. Little Cutie, who happened to know the reason for the dinner party, explained to her, "It's likely they want to celebrate the successful performance from yesterday. In case you're not aware, a multitude of people came to the concert. Also, I heard we received a lot of funding from loyal patrons."

Upon hearing Little Cutie's information, Molly stopped what she was doing. She had a feeling something was amiss, and that something unexpected was going to take place. Trapped in her own thoughts, Little Cutie pulled her out of her musings by tugging at her arm slightly. "Molly, let's go," said Little Cutie.

"What?" asked Molly, a little dazed. Molly couldn't stop thinking about the person who sponsored the concert. She faced Little Cutie, looking rather hesitant. "I... I don't think I will be going."

Little Cutie gave her an incredulous look. "Why not?" she asked quickly, "Why won't you go?"

Molly tried to come up with an excuse. "I didn't really make any contribution to the concert. Therefore..."

"Oh, it doesn't matter!" reassured Little Cutie, "You've been sick. People will understand." She then grabbed the cleaning cloth from Molly's hand and urged her more persistently, "Let's go. Let's go!"

Molly was dragged out of the room by Little Cutie. When they arrived at the hall, everyone who was expecting them was already present. Little Cutie was a sweet and sociable girl. She would always be excited to interact with other people. Hence, as soon as she found the chance, she left Molly alone and went to greet others. As a new employee, Molly didn't know a lot of people in the hall. In fact, she was only familiar with Little Cutie. Then, she had to take a few days off recently. Due to the fiasco this afternoon, people now looked at her differently.

"Molly, what's wrong?" Are you not feeling well?" Myra asked in concern as soon as she saw Molly.

Molly shook her head in response. Then she stole a glance at the clock on the wall. "Myra," she said distractedly, just as she averted her eyes back to the woman. "Can you please inform the Troupe Head that I won't be attending the party for me?" "What's wrong?" Myra wondered, frowning.

"I..." Molly tried to explain but her lips quivered. She didn't know how to put it more sensibly, so she only replied, "Nothing. Everything is fine. I'm fine." "Since you're fine, and everything is fine, just come and have fun with us. You've never joined us for fun before," said Myra nicely.

Molly sighed under her breath and nodded involuntarily. She then moved to the corner of the hall. She took out her mobile phone and composed a message. But after finishing, she stared at it pensively. She locked her phone and put it back in her purse, choosing not to send the message.

"Is everyone here?" The Troupe Head asked, checking the room to see if anyone was missing. Satisfied at the crowd, he said, "Since everyone is here, we can all go to the entertainment club down the street. Today's party is financed by our sponsor, inviting us to have fun." He gave a huge smile, "Therefore, you can all go on a binge. Tonight, let's celebrate. Enjoy yourself and have a great time!"

Everyone in the hall cheered at the exciting news. Laughter and excitement filled the room, discussing what they wanted to eat and play in the entertainment club in groups. The Troupe Head led the employees towards the street, where they planned to have a wonderful night. There were two entertainment club in the street. One was a place the employees frequented, the other was more outside their means. Everyone thought their destination would be the first one. As soon as people walked towards the first club, the Troupe Head yelled out, "Not that club! We're going to the one ahead."

As soon as his words reached the others, he pointed at the club ahead. Everyone looked at the direction in which he pointed. After seeing the club, one of the employees yelled out immediately, "Troupe Head, are you sure?" "Stop your nonsense and everyone hurry up!" The Troupe Head rolled his eyes and continued walking, "Let's not make the sponsor wait for us for a long time."

Astonished, the people tottered after the Troupe Head to the entertainment club's entrance, which boasted a magnificent gate. Upon reaching it, they ogled at the club's exterior, whispering in hushed, yet excited, tones.

This street, where their music company was located, wasn't exactly a central street, but it was still regarded as a hot spot. The first club they assumed they were going to earlier was passable at best. It was affordable to have fun there from time to time. The latter club, on the other hand, was much more expensive. They have always fantasized about coming to this extravagant place should they become rich someday. Only a handful of soloists had the ability to go there to unwind. Meanwhile, others could only dream of going there. Molly and Myra were at the end of the line. Molly looked a tad unimpressed by the venue. She didn't care where the party was, and did not see what all the excitement was about as she had other matters on her mind. This was noticed by Myra. She caught a glimpse of indifference on Molly's face, as though she would rather be anywhere else. Myra frowned at this, curious to know why.

Molly continued to follow the horde distractedly, overlooking Myra's slow pace. As the woman left Myra behind, the latter secretly tapped a quick message on her phone. After she sent it, she put her phone away and caught up to Molly as if nothing happened. "Wow, wow, wow!" the people at the front of the line cheered, "What a generous and extravagant sponsor! With so many people here, partying here will cost so much!"

"I doubt that matters. Given the immense amount of sponsorship we received yesterday, it must be a tycoon!"

People continued to share theories regarding the sponsor's true identity. Meanwhile, Molly assessed the entertainment club closely. 000