Love Began with the First Meeting novel Chapter 632

Men and women respond differently when one's life is in danger. With men, they feign being calm and undisturbed. They refuse to show any signs of weakness. Women, on the other hand, are more transparent. When composure is thrown out of the window, they become more easily offended than usual. Almost by default, a woman's mind would jump to the worst possibility.

Brian dialed a number through the car phone and placed it against his ear.

As soon as Tony picked up, Brian spoke in his usual curt tone, "Send our people to the North District. Standby when you get there. Wait for my next order. I'll send the exact location later."

"Yes, sir!" responded Tony promptly. Clueless, he didn't know what was happening. But as someone who had been by Brian's side all these years, he could tell that something serious enough had happened to rattle his usually calm boss.

Brian hung up the phone and didn't waste any time. He transmitted the location signal to Tony. Slightly squinting his sharp eagle eyes, Brian noted the address and stepped harder on the accelerator. The car advanced with a loud 'whoosh' sound, and soon enough, disappeared at the end of the road.

Molly grimaced as she stirred awake.

The smallest sound rang in her hazy head as she slowly regained consciousness. With heavy eyelids, it was a challenge to open her eyes. An ineffable feeling told her, however, that she needed to will herself to wake up.

"Boss," said an unfamiliar voice, as Molly opened her eyes. "The chick is awake now."

A man wearing a cap was wiping a military knife with his bare hands. He paused, upon hearing his lackey's words. He looked at Molly with empty eyes and stood up. Molly couldn't see the two blurry figures properly. She closed her eyes, allowing them to adjust to the harsh light before opening them again. Yet, she barely suppressed a gasp as the face of her abductors came into focus.

"Who are you?" asked Molly, who was frightened by these unknown men. Trying to move away, it started to dawn on her that she was tied to a chair. She panicked, "Where am I? Let me go!" Neither men made an attempt to answer. Molly glared, clenching her fists in anger. She had an inkling what this was all about. "Who are you working for?" Still, no answer. She tried again, "Why did you kidnap me?"

The question piqued the leader's interest. "Why did we kidnap you?" the man in a cap repeated in mock wonder. He lowered his gaze, laughed derisively, and looked at Molly. "I assure you there is a reason - a very good reason for taking you as our hostage. Whether you get out of this in one piece or not is entirely up to Brian Long's attitude," he finished with a satisfied smirk.

She guessed correctly. "What do you want from him?" Molly couldn't help but worry. "I'm telling you," she said, shaking her head. "It's useless. Brian won't negotiate with you because of me."

"Oh, is that so?" asked the man wearing a cap mockingly. Obviously in charge, the despicable man was teasing her.

"I'm just one of Brian's playthings," Molly said, shuddering at her own words. "Do you think he's going to play ball with you for someone who's expendable to him?"

The playful glint in his eyes disappeared. Fixing his cap in a casual manner, he walked towards Molly. Finally, he spoke, his voice dripping with malice. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you're afraid that Brian will make a deal with us in exchange for your life."