Chapter 119 Got Used to Being Kidnapped (Part One)

When Molly entered the courtyard, she stood in the middle and looked around. Everything was the same as usual, and every house had its door closed, as if all the neighbors there lived in their own worlds, without the slightest interest in communicating.

She went straight to her family house. When she got to the door, it was locked. She fumbled for the key hidden under the mat at the doorstep and finally opened the door, which ushered her into dead silence.

"Why is it that nobody is at home?" she muttered to herself, frowning. After searching every corner of the house, she confirmed that there was indeed no one at home now. "Hasn't mom just left the hospital? Where did they go? Why aren't they at home now?"

Upset, Molly sighed. As she slowly looked around this familiar house again, memories of her mother's daily suffering flooded back.

Suddenly, Molly laid her eyes on the bedside desk. She hastily walked up and saw a piece of paper pressed under a glass.

As she grabbed it and read the words, she furrowed her brows and muttered,"Friend? What friend? Who is it?"

From the day they moved out of the military compound, her father had cut any contact and severed all ties with his old friends. Proud and arrogant, he couldn't face up to his failures, especially in front of his former colleagues and acquaintances. And in his isolation, for many years, he dragged the family along, forbidding any attempts to communicate with relatives. To pay off his huge loan, her mother worked like a beaver, and couldn't afford the luxury of friends.

Looking at her father's good and firm handwriting, Molly pondered on his message again. He said that he would call her back later. It seemed that... her father had already known that she would come back home today.

The confusion increased in her mind. She kept staring at the piece of paper, rapt and unable to move, until her phone rang breaking the hushed silence of the house and shook her back to her senses.

At once, she put down the paper, took the phone from her bag. It was Shirley Ling calling. She grinned with pleasure and answered without

“Who does she think she is? I won’t marry her even if she is the last woman on earth,” said Hiram Rong.

“Marry into a family with tens of billions of assets? How lucky I am! I won’t be so foolish as to break off the engagement. At worst, I can receive money as part of the divorce settlement,” said Rachel Ruan.

Their great-grandfathers made a pact about their engagement a hundred years ago...

ome face. He had become more profound, and his eagle-like sharp eyes were devoid of any emotions.

"Remember to take care of Brian and Eric, considering Aaron isn't a simple guy," calmly, Richie instructed.

"Of course, I will!" from the other side of the line, came Shawn's wild and proud voice. When he spoke, his charming eyes bent with a smile. "But, I don't want to intervene too much in their affairs. The two kids have grown up. They are more capable now," he continued.

Shawn had already been tricked by Brian to have come to the QY Island.

Richie narrowed his eyes with satisfaction. He knew that his son, Brian Long, would stand at the top like an emperor one day in the future.

After hanging up, Richie clicked his phone screen and stared at the photo. As he touched the smiling face, a thin smile formed on his lips as well.

'Shirley, we didn't have the chance to experience all those normal things between a girlfriend and boyfriend when we were young, ' he thought. 'And now, I would make up for it!

I will let you feel and experience all those things in a relationship. This is another way for me to love you.'

Now at the restaurant, Shirley was also looking at the cold and handsome face on her phone screen. Unhappy, she let out a deep sigh, but remained stubborn. She wasn't willing to be the one to break the silence, as she didn't think that it was her fault this time.