Molly had a firm grip on her door and was frightened by what was happening. Her eyes blew wide open and her face turned pale in shock. She didn't recover even after the car stopped at the Grand Night Casino.
Molly glared at Brian in anger and gasped for air, but there was nothing she could do to him.
The latter turned his gaze to look at Molly whose face was full of wrath. "I learned how to drive from Uncle Frank - Eric's father, who was the youngest champion of Formula 1," he said lightly.
Brian smirked with pride and unbuckled his seat belt, getting out of the car. Actually, Frank had only taught him how to shift gears. He had picked up all the other skills in the automobile races with Richie.
Molly got out too, mumbling to herself. She followed Brian into the elevator. Lost in her angry thoughts, she didn't realize where they were going until they arrived at the top floor of the casino.
Molly had worked here for quite long. Although she had never been here before, she knew that the top floor of the Grand Night Casino was private and reserved for distinguished guests only. Other than Jason, nobody who worked at the casino was allowed to come here. But now she stood here, the place where all the important decisions of the casino were made.
Brian walked briskly, ahead of Molly. Soon he realized that the footsteps behind him had faltered. He turned back and frowned, seeing that Molly stood stock-still as she gazed at her surroundings in amazement. "What are you doing over there?" he asked her in a deep voice.
Molly's eyes widened. She came back to herself and trotted over to him quickly. She walked with him to his office, still in disbelief.
Once inside the office, Brian called out to Jason through the intercom. "Come up to my office!"
"Yes, Mr. Brian Long!"
Jason answered. Brian hung up, turning to Molly. "I have some work to do. You can read here if you get bored of waiting."
Molly nodded and walked over to the bookshelf noiselessly. After briefly scanning it, she found that most of the shelved books were either about casino management or gambling skills, neither of which she was interested in. But then she thought about how awkward it would be to just sit there and do nothing, so she took out a random book and sat on the sofa, pretending to read.
Jason arrived soon. He walked in and glanced at Molly before greeting Brian. He didn't seem surprised to see her there.
"How is your mission going?" Brian asked as he checked his e-mails.
"Half of the people are already under control," Jason answered.
"Did they reveal any information?" Brian questioned Jason without looking at him. His slender fingers typed on the keyboard.
Jason hesitated. "Only a third of them have told the truth, but the information they gave is quite useless," he replied reluctantly after a while.
Brian froze for a moment and glowered. "Those old men sure are good at acting," he resumed his typing and spoke, his tone cold. "They only tell the truth when death is staring at them in the face."
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