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Love Began with the First Meeting novel Chapter 477

Harrow was in Las Vegas when Spark called him. He thought he was dreaming when he saw who was calling him. After all these years, he had still been holding out hope that Spark would reach out to him. But he only got his hopes up for nothing. Years and years had passed and his phone never displayed Spark any time it rang. Shaking slightly, he answered his phone, "Spark? "

But all he heard was silence. Breaking the silence, Spark finally asked, "Is Mr. Brian in T City already?"

"Yes," Harrow answered, frowning, "What's wrong?" Harrow realized it the moment he said, "Spark, what are you going to do?" he asked, alarmed.

"I'm not going to do anything!" Spark snapped and hung up the phone. As soon as he hung up, his phone started ringing again - it was Harrow. He stared at the screen for a moment before picking up.

"Spark, you can't get into battle with Brian. It's too dangerous." Harrow warned him.

"This is none of your business." At that moment, Spark was a completely different person: gone was his charisma and charm; all he was now was cold and distant. He hung up the phone again without waiting for Harrow's response.

Upset, Harrow dialed Spark's number again only to get a busy tone. Shane who was sitting next to him nursing a goblet, glanced at him before he turned to look at the monitor ahead. This was the tricky part but he had been keeping an extra eye on him for quite a while and still he had nothing.

Harrow was feeling a little anxious because he knew Brian. He knew what kind of person he was more than most people. Brian was apathetic at his core but when it came to love, he could be surprisingly caring. And now that Spark was getting himself in the middle of Brian and Molly, he was worried for him. Didn't Spark think of the consequences?

"What's your little brother's beef with Brian? I thought he hated you?" Shane asked casually, his eyes still fixed on the monitor screen.

"I think you already know why." Harrow hissed.

Shane just smiled, "I thought Brian had already let that girl go. I thought if Molly could hide her whole life and go unnoticed then maybe Brian will finally take a hint, you know. That they would just forgive each other one day but I guess that's not going to happen."

The casino game they were playing drew to an end while they were talking. Shane was still trying to figure out how the hell he was cheated on. That was a million dollars! Upset, he turned to look at Harrow who looked even worse than he did, "Just convince your Spark to stay out of it or he might regret it." Shane shook his head, "I don't even want to think about what would happen to Spark."

"Of course, I know that!" Harrow's expression was somber, "But why would Spark listen to me?"

"Yeah, he wouldn't," Shane offered him an apologetic smile as he patted him on his shoulder, "I feel bad for you, dude."

Then he put his goblet down and stalked out of the room. He was still distracted by getting cheated on. He couldn't deal with the fact that the Casino lost a million dollars under his purview.

The door slammed shut. Harrow slumped into the sofa and pulled out his phone. He went back and forth trying to decide if he was going to call Brian. And by the end, he had already given in, "Mr. Brian."

"Yes?" Brian answered.

"Umm," Harrow was at a loss for words, mumbling words that meant nothing. Brian waited on the other line patiently. Harrow ended up not even mentioning Molly or Spark. He instead updated Brian on what was happening in Vegas.

"Okay," Brian responded matter-of-factly before hanging up the phone.

Brian wasn't stupid. He knew exactly what Harrow was calling to ask him about. So he decided he wouldn't do anything bad to Spark for Harrow's sake.

***

Molly plodded her way out the villa, her eyes distant. Tears were still silently streaming down her cheeks as she took her time going down the hill.

What should she do? What would stop Brian from taking Mark away from her?

Molly took a break from walking, crouched down with her arms around her knees. She buried her face in her arms, still weeping. Soon, she was wailing louder and louder.

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