Love Began with the First Meeting
Chapter 750 Something Engraved On My Heart Never Changed (Part Three)

At the same time in the control room, Tony was surprised as the screens of the monitor suddenly turned black. He stared at the blank screens in utter shock and said, "What a tough lady she is! I've never seen any one similar like her before. Who is she?" In the VVIP playing room.

On the plush velvet seat, Brian Long just sat there, his face still void of emotions like usual but his eyes hid something that couldn't be quite peaceful as he gazed at Molly. He glanced at the broken CCTV cameras in the room silently, as if he expected this to happen. However, his mind was not peaceful as his face. 'The whole process, including both the action of taking out the gun and the way to load the gun, plus the movement to shoot, were extremely smooth. All the actions were well planned! She acted swiftly, accurately and relentlessly!'

Now that the cameras were gone, Molly's lips curled into a charming smile as she looked at Brian. She got up from her seat and sauntered towards him, then leaned herself against the table in a seductive manner. She gazed at Brian like a sultry temptress and asked, "Are you sure that you want to see my face behind the mask, Brian Long?"

In turn, Brian snuffed out the last smoke from his cigarette and chucked it in the ashtray then said, "No, I don't need to now." His orbs looked at Molly in disdain but at the same time, he tried to memorize her face. His heart surprisingly felt strange. He then stood up and went outside, glancing at Molly through his peripheral view with a stone cold expression.

"Brian!" Molly immediately stood up and exclaimed as she watched Brian's back. However, the man just walked directly outside without any hesitation. This irritated her to no end. "Brian, are you really a man?" Molly stomped her foot in annoyance and yelled at him. Her loud voice was heard throughout the room.

After a while, Brian paused in his tracks. He turned around slowly, and his eyes glazed over with coldness. He said, "You should know it very clearly whether I am a man or not, don't you?"

Before Molly could even retort back, Brian sneered at her and his cold voice said, "Molly Xia!"

She was momentarily petrified.

Molly was quite astonished. She gave Brian an incredulous look. She had disguised herself before she came here, and even wore a mask for extra precaution in fear of being recognized by others.

It seemed that it didn't work on him.

How did Brian know it was her?

Then, his deep voice spoke again, "Do you know what kind of women I hate the most?"

His hands were in his pockets, then he added, "Women throwing themselves at me!"

The words rolled slowly and indifferently off his tongue.

At this, Molly's hands balled tightly into fists but eventually loosened up again. Then she said, "Oh, I see. But is that true?

Why is it different in my memory?

At that time it was I who threw myself at you and you accepted without any hesitation. How can you explain that?"

In turn, Brian's eyebrows furrowed slightly, but the cold expression on his face did not change at all. "That was true," He spoke slowly, heavy sarcasm laced his voice.

"It was really a pity that the man in the past accepted a woman throwing herself at him. But now I'm not interested in that anymore!"

Brian Long finished.

His eyes looked cynically at Molly for one last time, then he turned around again and opened the door. He went out and closed the heavy mahogany door without a word.

The heavy wood of the door barred the two from seeing each other and even blocked their scents. Molly just stood there still for a while, her lips pursed. After a few minutes she let out a sigh and muttered to herself, "It's not a big deal, Molly.

It was just the beginning." After her little self pep talk, she stared at the door and spoke to herself in a determined voice, "Brian, is it true that you have lost your memories?

If it is, I will replace them out for you! If you can remember me but still not willing to accept me, I will not say anything but leave.

But now it's impossible for me to leave even if you let me go. I will not leave you like this! Never!" The last few words were spoken loudly towards the door.

On the other side of the heavy wood, Brian's lips curled downward into a frown. The mask of indifference on his face slightly wore off when he heard Molly's last words. His head looked up at the closed door behind him and a self-mocking smile plastered on his face. He thought, 'I must stand it! Don't show any kindness to her!

Since I have decided, I can't change my mind again. That is already impossible to revert.' Brian reminded himself internally.

His eyes went back to their usual icy glare again and he walked to the elevator without hesitation, hands in his pockets.

He got in silently and the elevator doors closed without a sound.

The golden lights of the café bathed its interiors in a gentle glow. In the plush seats of the corner booth, Mark held an object in his hand and tried to make sense on how to use it. He tried to ask Vincent every now and then, but the man did not respond except for his eyebrows that were raised in an annoyed manner. Mark let out a deep sigh as if he was an adult with deep troubles. He got a little squeamish around Vincent because the man couldn't understand the situation at all.

"Young Master, do you think Miss Molly can take Brian this time?" Vincent asked.

That was the problem Vincent cared about the most.

"I don't think so," Mark looked pensively at the thing he was holding and answered after thinking for a while.

He added, "If it was so easy, Papa Brian would not have driven mom away at that time. The worst point is that Mum and Papa Brian had the marriage registration certificate before. But now," Mark shook his head and sighed, "they are not connected at all!" He said and slumped a bit further into his seat. Vincent let out a deep sigh as well as he leaned against the couch. All the three of them eagerly wanted to get back to Brian, but it seemed that there was still a long way to go before they could get what they wanted.

The wind chimes at the entrance tinkled gently and the door opened, revealing Molly. Her son noticed her as soon as she stepped inside. "Hi, Mum," Mark greeted her when she got to their table.

Based on the downcast expression on Molly's face, Mark blinked and turned to Vincent. He said in a low voice, "Mum didn't make it. I knew it."

Molly sat on the empty chair and she still heard what her son said. She scowled at him and huffed with her arms folded against her chest, "Mark, you can remember this. If he repents on what he has done to me, and later asks me to go back, I will never agree, even if he begs me!" She took the glass of orange juice in front of Mark and gulped down a mouthful of the drink before she continued her tirade, "What's so good about him? He's as arrogant as a peacock!"

She groaned. Mark and Vincent only looked at each other and said nothing.

Molly sat there deep in thought as she recalled what happened in the casino earlier. However, the more she thought about it, the angrier she became. 00000