Love Began with the First Meeting novel Chapter 144

"Let me tell you something..." Shirley leaned over the table dramatically towards Molly and said in a hushed voice," That demon has always been so clever ever since he was a young boy. He always took care of things on his own and never asked for anyone's help. And what's more... he likes to stay with his sister, but not me because he thinks I'm too silly. Hmph! So, yeah! I don't like him either!"

Molly's jaw dropped in amazement at how seriously Shirley said all that. She could actually picture how unhappy Shirley's face would look because of Brian's attitude. "But he is your son. Why would you say such a thing?" asked Molly.

"Yes, he is my son. That's exactly why it makes me angry every time he does it," Shirley said and sighed. "But I have to admit that he is too clever for his own good. Let me tell you a story about him. When he was about five years old, he could already outsmart his father...um, my husband, the man with the poker face you saw this morning," she joked. "Brian once secretly transferred some of his father's assets to his own account and competed against him for an auction item. He made a lot of money that day by fooling his father."

Molly listened to Shirley with keen interest, her eyes wide, as if she was being told an unbelievable story.

"But, to tell the truth, back during his childhood, Brian was a very lovely boy. I don't know why he has become the way he is now, aggressive and ill-tempered. He is no longer the pleasant kid I used to know,"

Shirley said with a worried look. Richie was a responsible man. All those years ago, when Richie had found out that he owed Shirley a lot and that he had to marry her, he had shouldered his responsibility and had kept his promise through the years. He was the only man who had helped Shirley move forward and see a brighter future.

But unlike Richie, Brian had grown up in a very cruel environment. Shirley wondered whether that was the reason for Brian's cold behavior.

Molly stayed silent. It was hard for her to imagine a five-year-old boy wearing an arrogant face. That sort of child was never to be seen in her circle of society.

**

In the mountain villa

with a tinge of displeasure painted across his cold face, Brian fixed his sharp eyes on Eric, who was mixing drinks like a professional bartender at the villa's private bar.

Eric was a playful man. He had inherited Frank's genes and his hobbies, which included his craze for experimenting with drinks and also his love for car racing. But he was not as crazy as Frank was in his youth.

Eric's phone rang in the distance, but he didn't bother answering it. He was focused on the cocktail he was concocting. Eric gracefully transferred the drinks into two cocktail glasses and handed one of them to Brian. He walked over to the desk and grabbed his phone to check the missed call number. His expression changed immediately.

Eric called back and the call connected almost immediately.

"Mr. Eric Long, I am afraid that Miss Yan's condition is not good right now." The voice at the other end belonged to one of Eric's men from the Shadow Organization.

"Well?" Eric furrowed his brows at the unpleasant news. He glanced at Brian, who was sipping his drink while looking at the dark sky outside. He said," Tell me more about the situation."