Love Began with the First Meeting novel Chapter 188

"Tell all our men to retreat right away!" Brian commanded with a cold tone.

"Anyway, I currently have no plans on learning the truth, and I know for sure that the thing that happened to Steven Xia in the past isn't as simple as I thought."

"Someone from the military could've stepped in it,"

Vincent added.

A cold sneer curled Brian's lips. "It may not necessarily have something to do with the military," he said slowly.

"It's true that Jonny Zeng didn't take his part," Vincent replied calmly with an indifferent expression.

"But, I would like to believe that Jenifer Zeng's power and means are nothing less threatening than her grandfather's," he added.

"Her purpose is just Edgar," Brian said plainly.

He never once took that woman seriously.

"So, how should I reply to the buyer of the intelligence?" Vincent asked as his face twitched a bit.

Obviously, he was quite perplexed about how he should solve that question.

In the past, if a buyer asked to buy some intelligence from them, they would often give them great answers. But this time, since Richie got involved, they wouldn't be able to carry their investigation.

Vincent couldn't think of a way to address their problem and what to do next, for such situation never happened to the XK Intelligence Agency before.

"Well, there is nothing we can do but to refuse him," Brian said in a simple manner as if they were discussing a small matter.

His answer seemed like he didn't care whether the deal would be carried or not.

Vincent knitted his eyebrows and stared at Brian with a puzzled face.

Although Richie was Brian's father and the former boss of the XK Intelligence Agency, it was Brian who was currently in the position to be in charge of it.

Brian gave a sly smile as he said flatly," The XK won't continue the deal.

Tell him that the XK owes him a favor, and I will compensate him by offering a humble present."

Vincent remained silent. Deep inside, he clearly understood the depth of Brian's words. The "present" would clearly be a lot more valuable for that buyer.

However, Vincent felt that Brian's decision to put a halt on the investigation wasn't caused by Richie's interference alone.

Brian had always been haughty and arrogant since he was very young. He even managed to fool his father when he was still a little kid.

Anybody who knew him well enough wouldn't believe that he made a decision to stop the investigation just because of Richie's interference.

But, nobody would understand why he made such decision unless he would say the reason himself.

After the video call ended, Brian stayed and pondered in his chair. Standing up from his seat, he left the study and headed towards his bedroom. But as he was about to push the door handle and open the door, he suddenly stopped and looked at the direction of Molly's room. Slowly, his hand dropped from the door handle and he went to Molly's direction.

He immediately walked inside her room without even bothering to knock. Inside, the lights were off and only a faint glimmer from the outside lit the room.

With an extremely good night vision, he stepped towards the bed without a hitch and watched Molly peacefully sleeping. Molly was curled in a crouched position. With this sight, the corner of his mouth slightly lifted.

He sat down near the bed side quietly. He tucked some hair covering her forehead behind her ears, and muttered to himself," You might be thinking that everyone in this world owes you an apology.

But if one day, you find out that you should be the one apologizing to the world, how would you feel then?"

He lightly brushed his fingers to her sleeping face. Molly frowned uneasily and moved her body a bit away, and then some broken words came out from her mouth.

"Let me go, Brian!

I will definitely leave here…

I will… some day."

Her faint voice was quite clear in the solitude of the room. Brian's hand froze as the look in his eyes became sullen. For some days, Molly pretended to be somewhat obedient, but in her deepest heart, she was still hoping to leave and be freed from him.

A cruel mockery flashed in his black eyes. He glared at Molly, who was in a deep sleep. With a sneer on his face, he wondered, 'Is she planning to escape when I pay less attention to her?'

The mocking smile on his lips widened, and he felt Molly was like a little bird attempting to escape from its cage in vain.

He thought, 'Mol, what a silly girl you are!

You will pay for your stupid plan sooner or later.'

Molly, still asleep, seemed to feel Brian's radiating emotions. Her furrowed eyebrows knitted tightly as she mumbled some other words unconsciously. Her voice sounded faint, and she suddenly paused before she finished her words.

*

Steven smoked at the bottom step of the stairs outside his house, lighting a cigarette. The night was dark and the whole city already sank into a peaceful slumber.

Nothing could be seen aside from the spark shining from the cigarette in Steven's hands. He was lost in his thoughts until the cigarette butt burnt his fingers. Snapping out of his trance because of the pain, he threw the butt on the ground and stubbed it out.

"I thought you'll be able to keep yourself calm.

But it seems that you already fell in a pit!" a mocking voice told Steven in the midst of silence.

Steven raised his head and looked forward to see who was there. A figure was standing in the courtyard with his coat-tail dancing in the wind but couldn't see his face clearly in the vast darkness.

Steven stood up and stared at the man with an angered and pained look on his face. His fist suddenly clenched tightly, as if he was suppressing strong emotions inside all this time. He then asked the man in a low voice," For what reason did you come here?"

"For some reason, perhaps," the man replied with a plain smile.

"Why do I feel like you are not happy to see me again?" the man added further.

The look on Steven's face darkened as he watched the man heading slowly and closer to him. A furious flame was burning violently in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by some complex feelings.