Love Began with the First Meeting
Chapter 807 A Well-Planned Plot Was Slowly Revealed (Part Three)

When Frank was done with it, he looked up into Mark's face and said with a smile,"Well done, my good boy!"

With a smile of his own which revealed his two dimples, the charming young boy asked while feeling somewhat guilty,"Grandpa Frank, are you displeased with me for doing such a thing?"

Frank laughed, full of praise on his face and said, "Not at all! You are qualified to be a member of the Long Family," After comforting the young boy, Frank got up and stood behind him.

Then, everyone who belonged to the Dragon Island - including the Chief Commissioner of Congress and the Imperial Guards, all stood at attention, and half bowed to Mark, saying in unison,"Highness Little Prince! Welcome back!"

In the sun, the exclusive boutonniere on Mark's black tuxedo glowed against the sunlight.

Once satisfied by the overwhelming reception, Mark turned to Eric and asked in his tender voice, "Can I object now?"

His question could have rendered the ceremony ineffective at once, but Coco still needed to finish the routine procedure. So she asked: "Excuse me, Highness Little Prince, but what are the reasons for your objection?"

"My reason is of a private matter. And I don't wish to expose it to the public!" Mark said quietly, his bright eyes flickering with maturity beyond his years, and showing great intelligence behind it.

"How about this? Why don't you let me speak out his reasons?!" the low, deep and magnetic voice rang out all of a sudden. With a wicked smile forming on his thin lips, Brian still had not taken his eyes off Eric and continued, a hint of sarcasm in his voice, "A plot was set up for so long. I guess you are really looking forward to this moment!"

Raising his eyebrows, Eric scoffed at the man. "As a matter of fact, I had hoped you would never show up!" His eyes suddenly sank, "But you see, you did not show up until this very moment. Don't you think it's too late for you?"

Like the wide ocean in the night, Brian's eagle eyes became deeper and darker. It was quite unlike him to allow someone's jeers to get the best of him.

With a slight frown, Richie exchanged a glance with Frank. As soon as Frank caught sight of the signal, he nodded and made a clear sign to Farrell. Within a short while, the imperial guards began to politely ask the reporters to leave, followed by the VIP guests and members of Congress walking out of the spot. It was time for everyone to leave the Long Family alone, so they could deal with their family business.

As no one asked Spark to leave, he remained standing by the side. In the first place, he had no intention of leaving even if he was requested to go.

With her lower lip stuck between her teeth out of sheer worry, Molly looked at Brian for a moment and then at Eric, as if she wanted to say something, but was immediately stopped by Shirley, her eyes motioning for her not to say anything.

"Cousin Brian, let's have another gamble!" Eric said fiercely. "How about we continue the gambling of that particular year?"

"Eric," Brian said indifferently, his eyes unblinking. "She's not a bet!"

The corner of Eric's lips formed a meaningful smile, and he said mysteriously, "No, in this case, I bet on time!"

As Brian's deep and dark eyes showed obvious hostility, he stared closely at Eric. Even if what the man was talking about was so illogical, Brian still knew what he longed for. So he nodded and said confidently, "Okay, let's start then!"

No one showed any interest in getting involved in their gambling. The rest seemed to have tacitly left them to settle the issue by themselves. Why? Because most of the people could tell that the issues that had to be settled today did not only include Molly's issue, but also a thorny issue that was deeply rooted in the heart of Eric.

"Mommy, don't you feel so relieved right now?" Mark asked and winked at his mother, who heaved a long sigh of relief.

Temporarily forgetting that some people were still present, she nodded and said honestly, "You know what, when I heard someone objecting, the blood in my veins was racing wildly. It was not due to the fear of someone looking for trouble, but due to..." "It's quite all right, Molly," Smart said with a smile. "We both know you didn't want to marry Eric."

Suddenly realizing that there were remaining people around her, Molly swallowed the rest of the words into her stomach. Embarrassed, she looked at Frank and Smart, saying hastily,"I mean... I mean that..."

Then, she turned to Spark, who was standing there so nonchalantly. Somehow, she figured out that Spark must have known something. As a result, she walked to him by pulling up the hemline of her dress. After a long eye-contact, she asked, "Do you have something to tell me?" "Would you mind having dinner with me now?" Spark said with a wicked but charming smile. "Since Brian showed up, he ruined my chances of having a big meal later. I'm pretty hungry right now."

All of a sudden, Molly realized all the events that had happened in the last few days were seamlessly related. So she nodded, and said, "All right, I'll treat you to dinner!"

As soon as she turned and tried to say something, she heard Shirley say gently,"I'll take Mark back to the Long Family Mansion. When your business is over, just replace us there."

Molly watched Shirley, biting her lips, and then nodded in understanding.

The bustling Central Square had now become so quiet. Yet, compared with the quietness there, the world's media was not quiet at all. They were working double time, creating multiple versions of reports about the engagement ceremony in every imaginable angle. No matter what version was created, it was all hot news. And everyone who liked to keep up with the affairs of the Long family absorbed every bit of juicy material. At the Western Restaurant, Blue Sea of Dragon Island, the soft and elegant sound of the piano and violin concerto echoed in the restaurant, making the people in the luxurious diner feel comfortable and relaxed in an instant.

While seated at a table, Spark looked at the woman in a long red strapless gown who was standing beside the piano and playing the violin in an intoxicating yet elegant manner.