Chapter 607 The Misunderstandings (Part Three)

"Why are you just coming home now?" Brian asked flatly. Even though he knew very well that Molly asked to get off John's car from somewhere near the villa and asked if she could walk back alone. During that walk, Molly talked to Spark who had been following her.

"I was looking for a job," Molly said calmly, "You said I just need to be here at night."

Brian turned his head to look at her. She was surprisingly calm at that moment. He frowned and said, "Molly, is this how it's going to be now?"

Molly clenched her hands into fists, turned back, and spat, "My attitude depends on how you treat me. I don't owe you anything now and if it wasn't for Spark and all those other people, do you think I'd willingly be here?"

Her harsh words hurt Brian. He saw how apathetic Molly had become. He wore a twisted smile and said indifferently, "In that case, I suggest you behave in such a way that will please me because otherwise, I wouldn't have a choice but make them miserable."

The corners of Molly's lips twitched but she managed to hold her tongue in. She loosened her clenched hands and said, "I'm going upstairs to change."

As soon as Molly turned around, the door flew open - it was Lucy. She looked at Molly quickly then back at Brian, "Mr. Brian Long!"

"Yes?"

"I'm launching my first art exhibition the day after tomorrow, would you..." Lucy trailed off, hesitating for a moment before continuing, "like to see it?"

Brian saw in Lucy's eyes how much she was expecting he'd be there but he still refused her, "No," he continued, "But Lisa and John can have a day off then."

Lucy shifted from being disappointed to happiness, "Mr. Brian Long, thank you so much. Well, if you don't want anything else, I'll be going now." Lucy walked out extremely satisfied. When she closed the door; she slowly turned around, looked behind, and started walking. A twisted smile could be clearly seen on her face - a complete tu

Jean Wen sacrificed herself for family interests. Before her husband divorced her, she made every effort to please him.

"You are inexperienced in bed," he said coldly.

"You! Give that land to my family, or I won't agree to divorce," Jean replied furiously.

"Fine. It is exactly what I am thinking about," he sneered.

aking, "Are you hurting now?"

"…" Brian paused, "Shirley, I'm going to find a way out of this for the sake of Mark. He's a ticking time bomb and I'm afraid..." His voice was shaking and didn't continue his sentence anymore.

"I know you're just trying to protect her but aren't you afraid that Molly's just going to end up disappointed in you? What if she falls in love with someone else?" Shirley knew very well just how much Brian loved Molly and she didn't want to see him get hurt.

Brian's eyes dimmed, "If she does, I'll make sure to destroy whoever that will be." He may have sounded tough on the phone but there was fear in his eyes - something even he himself couldn't understand.

With the lights off, Molly was curled up on the bed.

She was grimacing as if she was having a nightmare. She wanted to wake up but it was as if her nightmare was trapping her inside her brain. She held Mark's favorite stuffed Winnie Bear as tightly as she would, whispering something constantly.

Suddenly, the door of Molly's room flew open. A man came in and sat down by her bedside. He gazed at her for a while. In his hands was a small box. He opened it and took out a needle.

He gently held Molly's arm and raised the syringe. The silver of the needle glowed under the moonlight.