Love Began with the First Meeting novel Chapter 1408

Hon Entertainment Center was one of the biggest on Dragon Island

and belonged to the entertainment department of Ji International.

It was not a leading enterprise of the Ji Family but was rather a necessary, sordid connection to the existence of the gangland.

Addison arrived quickly. As soon as the car stopped, he saw Hedy standing at the door and looking around anxiously. He took off the symbol of his position and then got out of the car, walking over with an expression like a thundercloud.

"Mark, you've finally come..." At the sight of Addison, Hedy hurriedly ran to him. "My brother is still inside, and I can't persuade him to leave at all."

Addison didn't reply but looked Hedy up and down before saying coldly, "It seems that the Ministry of Culture needs to investigate the entertainment industry of Dragon Island..."

Hedy grinned briefly but then turned serious and said in a hurry, "Mark, now is not the right time to ask why my brother and I are here, alright?" She wore a sad face as she suddenly thought of something, and it gave her enough pause to hesitate. "Damn it. How could I forget that there are reporters inside! Mark, if you enter..."

"Young Master, I am going to find the manager." Wyatt showed up quite timely, with a bow and then headed inside.

"Ah, I have forgotten our lovely Little Wyatt..." Hedy hugged Wyatt gratefully. "Hurry up. If you get there too late, either my brother or those men will be beaten up. No matter who wins, it will be screwed."

Wyatt was not impressed and wore a long face. Every time he heard Hedy call him Little Wyatt, he had the urge to squeeze the life out of her. Of course he could do nothing but nurse that thought.

Addison nodded slightly and then took Hedy to the coffee shop on the other side of the building.

Hedy lowered her head submissively and followed Addison. She raised her head several times and wanted to explain, but she remained silent, since she didn't know what to say in the end. Her brother was 17 years old, and she was 15. They had not only entered the entertainment center, despite being teenagers, but had also gotten involved in a fight with somebody. They were done for.

"Where are your shadows?" Addison's voice was calm.

"We sent them to do something else." Hedy's voice was as low as a mosquito's hum and equally whiney. Actually Hedy and her brother had told their shadows to go somewhere faraway intentionally and they would have fun freely. This was also why the bodyguards were unable to return in time when they were needed.

Addison turned his head back and glanced darkly at Hedy, and snorted in exasperation. He saw her taking one cowardly step backward and shook his head in helpless anger. Then he pushed the door open and entered the coffee shop.

"Excuse me..." The waiter was surprised when he recognized Addison's face. Then he lowered his head respectfully and whispered, "Your Highness, do you need us to clear the shop of the customers?"

"No. Just find a quiet seat for me," Addison said casually, not wanting to cause a fuss.

"Yes, certainly!" the waiter answered. "Your Highness, this way, please."

The light in the coffee shop was dim, and the seat backs were tall and well padded. Because it was a high-class establishment, in a sense, every table had been designed with privacy in mind.

The waiter led Addison to a corner table at the far end. Since it was dinner time already, there were only a few customers in the coffee shop. Addison could observe a large part of the shop from there, but it was difficult to see his table from the other seats.

Addison ordered coffee for himself and orange juice and some cakes for Hedy. Then the waiter left. In order not to affect the daily life of the kids of the Long Family, the media wouldn't report about them at ordinary times, but Addison often showed up in public. Now he had brought a teenage girl to a coffee shop, so the waiter curiously stole another look at them before leaving.

Addison didn't say anything while they waited for Wyatt to solve the problem. Hedy fidgeted uncomfortably and the atmosphere had become depressing, making it difficult to breathe. After the waiter had served the orange juice and cakes, she could finally hide her discomfort in eating.

Addison glared at Hedy and then took out his cell phone to make a call. After the call was connected, he stated coldly, "Inform all members of the Ministry of Culture to attend a meeting in the small council chamber at nine tomorrow morning." Afterward, he hung up the phone.

Hedy howled in secret. 'Mark is not being reasonable at all. Huh? If only Charlie didn't leave... Although he would also have taught us a lesson, we would have the chance to have more fun in future!'

Feeling resentful, Hedy cut the cake mechanically while staring at Addison with her eyes wide open in silent protest.

"Your dad is not home today. If he was, I would enjoy seeing how he would punish you," Addison said ruthlessly. "You are becoming more and more disobedient. It would have been better if you just came here, but you chose to make trouble. Huh..."

Hedy pulled a long face and pouted, but she lowered her large eyes powerlessly. She continued eating the cake in an attempt to elevate her low spirits.

There were noises from the door. Addison looked in that direction. He saw Wyatt forcefully guiding York Long to them. As the two approached, he could clearly see York's black and blue lips. The evidence of his fighting was undeniable.

"Mark..." York greeted Addison and then glared balefully at Hedy before sitting next to her. He was in an even sadder state than her. He had been naughty and fearless since childhood, but for no apparent reason, he only feared Mark. This was odd because Mark had always been nice to his younger brothers and sisters. His mother always said that it meant there would always be one thing to conquer another.

"Do you know what the consequence of your actions today is?" Addison asked in a cold and calm voice.

"It is me who sent Morry and Shelia away… If you want to punish us, I will accept the responsibility," York stated bravely.

"Huh." Addison snorted. "I am going to see how you plan on taking that responsibility." Afterward, Addison stood up and walked to the door. He heard York complaining behind his back that they shouldn't have asked him to come.

"In fact, it was not entirely Young Master York's fault. Those punks were bullying some waiters, because of their background. Young Master York couldn't bear to see that, so..." Wyatt tried to offer an explanation. "Sadly, we can't interfere directly, but it is a common social problem."

Addison didn't say anything but strode on. However, halfway out of the coffee shop, he suddenly stopped.

"Sorry, can you speak slowly?" Sally had a pen and a notepad in her hand and was trying her best to understand what a customer was ordering. However she had only taught herself English while in prison, and knew very little French, which she had learned over the last two days after coming here.

The two Frenchmen looked at Sally with intense dissatisfaction and spoke a lot, becoming obviously impatient.

Addison stood at a distance and looked at them, with his eyes deepening. As he was about to look away and ignore them, he saw Hedy walking there. In less than two minutes, Hedy had quickly saved Sally from the embarrassment and told her what the customers wanted to order. Hedy even kindly left her telephone number with Sally, saying that she would come to the coffee shop to teach her French the next evening, because the day after tomorrow would be weekend.

Sally sighed with relief and looked at Hedy, wondering why this little girl was so happy to help others. Then she finally noticed the sharp gaze which was focused on her, as if to look right through her. She looked in the direction of her beholder by instinct and was surprised to meet Addison's eyes. In an instant, she felt like she was falling into a bottomless abyss.

When Sally stared at Addison, he looked away indifferently and immediately turned to leave.

"See you next time." Hedy saw that Addison was leaving and hurriedly said goodbye to Sally before running out after him.

"Wyatt, drive the two kids back home," Addison abruptly ordered outside the coffee shop.

"Mark, you're not coming back?"

"Aren't you going home?"