Love Began with the First Meeting novel Chapter 464

"This is a lesson for you," Brian said to him while his eyes were still fixed on the book, "that when you're about to do anything, you must consider whether you have the ability, or..." he raised his eyes to take a look at Mark, "you are ready for the consequences of your decision."

"You're bad people!"

Mark signed angrily but Brian seemed unaffected at all, at least he seemed not.

"Send him there," Brian ordered Tony, who was standing at the corner. "When Elias arrives, tell him to go there right away!"

"Yes!" Tony answered and then gave a hint to the security man to take Mark out of the villa.

Mark kept struggling and his mouth kept wriggling as if to yell something yet he wasn't able to produce a sound. Looking at Mark, who was still struggling in the car, Tony couldn't help but sigh slightly.

Yesterday when he had driven Carina back, she had mentioned that Brian might be able to get through Mark by provoking anger or irritation.

However, just a while ago, Mr. Brian Long had provoked and irritated him intentionally, but obviously, he was still not able to break through him.

When everyone else had left, silence enveloped the villa once again. Brian went on reading the book all by himself. After a while, the ringing sound of his cellphone came through. He put the book down and picked up his cellphone. He glanced at the number displayed on the screen and answered the phone by placing it on his ear.

"Brian Long..." Molly's voice, which sounded rather tired, came through the line, "where are you? Where on earth are you? Where are you and Mark?"

Molly sounded like on the edge of collapse but Brian seemed not moved. He asked in an indifferent tone, "Have you thought clearly and made a decision?"

"I want to see Mark!" Molly shouted on the phone, unconcerned of the fact that she was in public, drawing the attention of passers-by in the street instantly.

It was summer in T City, where the air was awfully hot and wet. Every time the wind blew, it brought with it the smell of seawater and that humid, sticky feeling. For such a long time, Molly had lived in A City, where there were four distinctive seasons, and in Venice, where the climate was predominantly Mediterranean. In fact, she did not like the climate in T City at all, particularly today when the sun was high in the sky, making her feel even worse.

Standing at the roadside quietly, due to poor rest and ceaseless worrying, Molly looked somewhat gaunt in general. Her face was slightly pale and dark circles surrounded her eyes.

She slightly compressed her lips, waiting wearily, suffering at every minute that had passed.

As soon as a black Benz, which looked sleek and expensive, stopped in front of her, Molly pulled the door open and sat on the front passenger seat, without doubting that it was not Brian on the driver's seat.