Love Began with the First Meeting novel Chapter 652

She craned her head and looked at the building. It was a five-floor establishment which served both dining and entertainment. Its hall, made of marble, was magnificent. The marble floors were spotless to a point that people's reflection can be seen on it. Waiters and waitresses alike were ready to serve with huge smiles on their faces. Behind such exceptional hospitality, however, lay a hidden motive to wring more money out of their customers.

Dazed, Molly didn't notice the others as soon as they were inside. Other people were eager to see every corner of the club. The Troupe Head instructed everyone to go to the fifth floor, making all of them swarm into several elevators. For the unlucky few who didn't make it into an elevator, they decided to take the stairs.

1st to 4th floors of this club was closed to make separated areas, while the 5th floor was an astonishingly huge hall without any separation. It was mostly used to hold parties.

Molly, Myra, and Little Cutie were the last batch to reach the 5th floor. As they passed through the doorway, they looked around intuitively. Myra and Molly, who weren't new to this type of scene, were not dazzled so much. However, Little Cutie was fascinated by everything. Her beady eyes glowed at the novelty of it all.

"Ahhh!" Little Cutie let out a yell suddenly, shocking the other two women.

"What's the matter?" asked Molly, concerned. "What happened? Little Cutie?" asked Myra, stunned by Little Cutie's sudden outburst.

When Little Cutie didn't immediately answer, Molly frowned and grew suspicious. She noticed that Little Cutie was covering her mouth behind her hands while gazing somewhere with wide eyes. Out of curiosity, she followed Little Cutie's uninterrupted stare. As soon as she caught sight of the bar counter, she was horror-struck by what she found. Or rather, by whom she found.

"Oh my God! How is it even possible for a man to be so handsome? He is so cool!" Little Cutie sighed dreamily. She looked at the man with so much affection that her eyes had begun to look like two hearts as she gawked at him. "Look at that fit body, that wide shoulders, strong waistline, sexy hips. And his handsome face. Oh my, oh my! God must have worked overtime to carve his beautiful face. And oh, check out those cold eyes. As if he could murder me with looks alone!" She wasn't done fawning, "Oh Jesus, how can a man be so cool and handsome?"

Molly didn't even hear a word of Little Cutie's manic rambling. She was too busy glaring at the man. It was none other than Brian.

Little Cutie caught Molly staring at the handsome man in a strange way. Then right after, she saw Brian sharing a look with Molly. Confused, she asked, "Molly, do you know him?"

"No, I don't!" denied Molly quickly. As soon as she said that, she prepared to leave. Before she could even take a few steps, however, the commander appeared and said, "Molly, Myra, and you too, Little Cutie. Hurry up, come here!"

Everyone was looking at them as they stood by the doorway. Myra held Molly's arm, not letting her leave as she had intended. In this situation, Molly accepted that even if she wanted to leave, it seemed impossible to do so now.

Brian remained standing in front of the bar counter with a glass of wine in his slender hand. He had been looking at Molly with brooding eyes from the moment she entered the hall. Every move, every action, and every facial expression. None were missed as he took note of every little detail.

"Well, Mr. Brian Long," The Troupe Head jabbered, rubbing his hands together, "All the people are here. Would you like to say a few words to everyone?"

"No." Brian refused decidedly. He stopped looking at Molly, and spoke in an aloof manner, "You guys just have fun."

"Okay," said the Troupe Head, taken aback. "Thank you then." The Troupe Head went on to announce the commencement of the party. Everyone was filled with joy as they engaged in fun activities, leaving work for another day.

Men binged on all the alcohol they can get while women gathered to have some serious discussions. Undoubtedly, the focus of these discussions was Brian. All the women in the room had taken an interest in him. Everyone except, of course, Molly.

Molly ignored Brian without difficulty. As he was the focus of the women, she found it easy to move to the dining area. Earlier this morning, she only had a bottle of soybean milk. After which, she didn't get to eat anything for lunch due to the ring incident. Now, she was famished.

Molly took a plate with the intent to grab some food that she liked. Just as she was about to do so, someone grabbed her plate from her. Surprised, she turned to look at the culprit. It was Brian. He had the plate on his palm in an effortless way. As he walked around the long dining table, he picked out an assortment of food and elegantly placed them on the plate. When he returned to Molly, the plate was filled with all of her favorite food.

Molly stared at it, unwilling to take it from him.

Given her silence, Brian took her hand and placed the plate on it. He asked, in a low yet charming voice, "Aren't you hungry? Here, have something to eat."