Love Began with the First Meeting
Chapter 653 New Start (Part Three)

Little Cutie shook her head again, starting to realize what Molly was doing. "Oh, come on! Stop that," she said in annoyance, "You may not be among the most elite women, but you're definitely better than so many others." Molly looked content. "So why would you think that he wants a romantic relationship with me?" she asked smugly.

Little Cutie glowered, unwilling to lose. "But..."

"No buts!" Molly interrupted hurriedly. At this point, Molly could only wish that the party would end early. She had been trying to stay patient with all the questions, but also, she was still just a human being. And Little Cutie was pushing all her buttons.

"But why, of all people, did he pick food for you?" These jealous words came from Fly. She sauntered towards them, and sat down next to Molly. She had a huge fake smile and leaned closer to Molly as if they were close. Then she said, "Molly, let me take a look at that pretty face of yours... Oh, how strange. It doesn't look like you have the face of a mistress."

"Fly!" Little Cutie shouted, trying to stop her.

Fly sneered at Little Cutie's warning eyes. Molly, however, paid no attention to her as she continued to eat. Being ignored didn't daunt Fly as she went on to provoke her, "Molly, could you please behave yourself? How can you eat so much, like you haven't been fed for a century? Look at your tailor-made dress. What waste. To have such an expensive and pretty dress be worn by you." Fly then put on an act of surprise. "Oh my God, wait," she said, looking at Molly maliciously. "Is this dress fake? That's possible, isn't it? Only dress you can afford are the fake ones. This matches you, Molly."

Molly lifted her head in time to see that Brian was already walking towards her. She quickly looked at Fly, and curled her lips into a smile. "Aren't you smart to have figured that out?" she said, agreeing, "The dress I'm wearing right now... is really fake!"

Once she said that, she put down the fork on the table and stood up. "Little Cutie, I'm thirsty. Why don't we go get ourselves a drink?"

"Wha-?" Baffled by the exchange, Little Cutie sighed, "Okay," She had also noticed that Brian was moving towards them. As Molly found it the best time to get some drinks, Little Cutie lost the opportunity to stay and have the chance to talk to Brian. Slowly, they walked to the bar counter.

Meanwhile, unaware of Brian's approaching figure, Fly stood up and shouted after the two women, "A cheap woman with a fake dress. And for what? To seduce deep-pocketed handsome men? How delirious!"

Molly didn't even look back, and just left the place as fast as they could. She wasn't certain if Fly's behavior was influenced by alcohol, or if it's how she really thought of her."

"Her dress is a fake?"

A low and mellow sounding voice came from behind Fly. Shocked, she came to a standstill. Putting on an awfully big smile on her face which was heavily covered in makeup, she turned around to face Brian. What was once a big smile turned into a more seductive one. She stretched out her hand and greeted, "Hello!" As she greeted the man, she made sure to do some subtle changes in her body movements. She tried to squeeze her breasts together to gain his attention, grazing a finger over the side of her well-shaped body. Brian didn't shake her hand. He was determined to ignore the stupid and cheap woman. Looking ahead, he found Molly taking out a bottle of sparkling wine from the icy barrel by the bar counter. He was unhappy with her actions.

Embarrassed, Fly withdrew her hand back to her side. She then turned around, already half certain she knew where Brian was looking. She replied arrogantly, "Yes, that's true. Look at what she's wearing. She must have bought it at a street stall. How dare she say that it's an Italian tailor-made dress. How shameless!" She hummed loudly, showing her conceitedness. She went on to insult Molly, "She pretends to be virtuous in our company. But everyone knows that she has many love affairs."

"Really?" Brian asked curtly and then looked at Fly. The longer he stared at Fly, the more his eyes became darker while his face remained cold and insensitive.

"Of course!" Fly didn't notice the coldness hidden in his eyes. She thought he was cheering her on, "She's just like a bus. Everyone can get in her. Of course, it's no secret in our company."

He was boiling with anger from within. He narrowed his eagle-like eyes and said in his dangerously low voice, "Okay, I get it now," Then, without another word, he turned to leave. "What?" said Fly, confused.

Brian stopped walking, and with barely concealed animosity, looked at her and said softly, "But I just really like women like Molly," He threw her a hellish smile. "If you want to grab my attention, you must wear a fake dress which was brought from a street stall and become a bus that everyone can get in. Didn't you know?"

Fly was dumbfounded as the man walked away. She watched him approach Molly. 'Do all rich people have such exotic interests?' she found herself thinking.

Fly looked at the dress that she was wearing. It was a V-neck line dress that she spent a great deal of money on in an attempt to seduce the chief player in the company. Then she glanced at Molly who wore a casual and cheap dress. She didn't like the idea of losing, especially not to someone like Molly.

"Molly, this sparkling wine tastes delicious! I've never had this before." Little Cutie said, licking her lips. She then took another gulp.

"This is the second time I drank in a row!" Molly checked the blue sparkling wine. She sneered as the ends of her mouth curled downwards. The last time she drank this was five years ago.

Lost in her own thoughts, she completely didn't see it coming when someone took her glass away from her. She got outraged by the behavior, and was ready to scold the person, "Who..." Before she could utter the rest of her thought out loud, she saw Brian's face appear before her. She swallowed down what she wanted to say, and bit her lip from talking.

"This is alcohol," Brian emphasized, detecting the empty bottle on the bar counter. "You've had a bottle of wine, yet you still want more?" Brian couldn't help but be vexed by her recklessness. He hated that she was drinking. But at the same time, drunk Molly seemed to be a lot of fun.

Molly jumped off the stool and tried to look at the glass of wine on Brian's hand, "I quit." He was relieved that Molly didn't have any more alcohol with her. Although fueled by liquor courage, the woman continued to talk back to him, "You guys suck. You ruined my appetite, you know that?"

And with that, she strode away, unable to walk a straight line.

Little Cutie was frozen in her place, looking Molly like she were her idol. She murmured, "Oh my God, Molly! You are so, so, so cool! I didn't know you could say that! You're like my hero or something!"

"How do you know that isn't the way she's trying to attract my attention?" Brian asked softly under his breath, upon hearing the woman's words. He watched Molly's walk slow down, some hint of happiness returning to his eyes again.

Molly was sick of this awkward situation. She took her purse and wanted to leave. But before she could do that, the Troupe Head pulled her by the arm and said in a hushed voice, "This is our sponsor, we can't offend him. Otherwise," he paused, "Our salary and bonus will go." Upon hearing it from the Troupe Head himself, Molly had no choice but to stay.

If it were up to her, she would go. But as her actions might affect many people in the company, she decided not to ignore his warning. After all, the Troupe Head had treated her nicely while offering so much help. She couldn't just leave at will now. There was another reason that she couldn't go. It was because... Molly turned her head to look at Brian. If she was going to leave, he would follow her without question. And as a result, she would have to face him too. Given that, she preferred to stay in a place full of people who had a lot of questions, rather than leave and face him alone.

The atmosphere in the entertainment hall had become fierce, and even frisky. A few active players made the place become a host to unfiltered passion. More than that, a strange occurrence had also taken place. More and more women have suddenly gathered around Molly. Women were suddenly showing interest in Molly.

At first, Molly would go to so great lengths to get rid of them. She, later on, realized that her efforts were in vain. Tired of trying, she eventually gave up. Women chatted around her even as she tried her best to ignore them. She would remain silent while Brian did the same. A bunch of flirtatious women would make an attempt to grab Brian's attention but none have been successful.

Brian sipped his wine with brooding eyes fixed at Molly. No other women interested him. It was just her.

Molly sat in the corner and hung her head to hide from Brian's sight. The chatter around her was driving her crazy. To avoid the torture, she reached out for the wine glass on the table. But before she could reach it, a huge palm pressed her hand down firmly. "Take away your hand from mine!" Stunned by the sudden physical contact, Molly yelled at the person.

She wasn't sure how to react upon seeing whom the hand belonged to. Had she known, however, would she have responded differently? ☐☐☐☐☐☐☐