Love Began with the First Meeting novel Chapter 6

A loud and intense sound of heavy metal music coming from the Exotic Bar could be heard across the street. After looking at its sign, Molly knew that it was the place she was looking for and entered it in haste.

Inside the smoke-filled bar, a lot of fashionably dressed men and women danced and moved to the thunderous music. Molly surveyed the crowd and looked around, searching for her father…

"Are you Molly?" a voice coming from behind her spoke. Looking like a gangster, a young man wearing strange clothes and chewing an areca nut, walked up to Molly haughtily and looked at her for a while. Then he spoke in contempt," Come with me!"

"Why do I have to come with you?" Molly asked suspiciously.

The young man sneered and immediately got impatient. He replied," If you don't care about your father's life, then you can leave right now."

After saying this, the young man snorted, turned around and walked towards the corridor on one side of the bar.

Molly, taken aback, curled her lip and held back her anger. Involuntarily, she followed the young man towards the corridor. Fear crept up on her as she passed through the dim corridor, afraid for herself.

"Ahhhhh…" A cry of pain reached Molly's ears as she went deeper through the corridor.

Upon hearing the miserable and loud scream, Molly was shocked and frightened. "Father!" she shouted desperately and ran quickly into the room as soon as the young man, who led her there, opened the door.

Once inside the room, Molly was stunned by what she saw. Her feet stood rooted to the ground at that moment, astounded at the sight in front of her.

Steven Xia, her father, was tied to a chair, his face beaten black and blue. Bloodstains covered his nose and the corners of his mouth. Before she entered the room, he had been kicked by someone inside, which made him fall down to the ground along with the chair.

"Father!" Molly exclaimed in despair.

Ignoring the strong men who stood around her, Molly ran towards her father. However, before she reached him, a shining blade had been pointed close to his father's slumped figure. Right then someone said in a sullen voice," Stop!"

Molly stopped and clenched her fists. Steven Xia lay on the ground and didn't dare to look at her. With rage burning in her eyes, she took a quick look at him and then at the man whose legs were arrogantly placed on the table, displaying authority over the group. Molly said to him, gritting her teeth," How much does my father owe you?"

Fiddling with his phone, the man spoke," You know the situation so well..." After raising a corner of his lips disdainfully, David Zhao put his legs down, walked up to Molly and fixed his eyes on her with satisfaction. He placed his finger under her chin and raised her face towards him. While looking at her eyes gleaming with anger, he laughed grimly and said in a cold voice," It's not too much… only a hundred thousand!"

"That's not true. I only owe you five…" Steven Xia interrupted. "Ouch…" He was kicked by someone again before he could even finish talking. He felt so much pain that he was unable to utter anything more.

Molly turned her head away from David's hand. She was furious at the usury which exploited people in need by lending them money at an exorbitant rate of interest. She gnashed her teeth and said," Let go of my father. I will repay you the money!"

"Take her to the Sophia Hotel!" he said casually.

"Yes!" David's men replied in unison and

Took Molly away according to David's instruction.

In the evening, in a presidential suite of the Sophia Hotel, Brian was sitting on the balcony with legs crossed while holding a glass of wine. He gazed at the night scene below with a sad expression all over his face. Unmindful of the cold wind that was blowing, Brian was lost deep in his thoughts.

Snowflakes were falling from the sky. They looked delicate and beautiful in the light, yet they seemed lonely.

He then recalled last night. He had been with Becky in the same room, delightfully sharing the expensive wine which had been kept for so many years to age. But now he was alone in this room!

Brian sneered at himself in his thoughts, realizing how foolish he had been. He looked away indifferently, with anger flashing in his eyes. His gaunt, cold face was full of weariness. He raised his head and poured the remaining wine in the glass into his mouth. After that, he stood up and then walked briskly back to the room.

Once inside, Brian felt a bit dizzy, which might have been because he was drunk, or because he was exposed to the wind for a long time on such a snowy night. He slightly narrowed his eyes, and a distant and lonely expression was revealed on his face. He then walked slowly towards the bathroom.