Love Began with the First Meeting novel Chapter 653

Little Cutie shook her head again, starting to realize what Molly was doing. "Oh, come on! Stop that," she said in annoyance, "You may not be among the most elite women, but you're definitely better than so many others."

Molly looked content. "So why would you think that he wants a romantic relationship with me?" she asked smugly.

Little Cutie glowered, unwilling to lose. "But..."

"No buts!" Molly interrupted hurriedly. At this point, Molly could only wish that the party would end early. She had been trying to stay patient with all the questions, but also, she was still just a human being. And Little Cutie was pushing all her buttons.

"But why, of all people, did he pick food for you?" These jealous words came from Fly. She sauntered towards them, and sat down next to Molly. She had a huge fake smile and leaned closer to Molly as if they were close. Then she said, "Molly, let me take a look at that pretty face of yours... Oh, how strange. It doesn't look like you have the face of a mistress."

"Fly!" Little Cutie shouted, trying to stop her.

Fly sneered at Little Cutie's warning eyes. Molly, however, paid no attention to her as she continued to eat. Being ignored didn't daunt Fly as she went on to provoke her, "Molly, could you please behave yourself? How can you eat so much, like you haven't been fed for a century? Look at your tailor-made dress. What a waste. To have such an expensive and pretty dress be worn by you." Fly then put on an act of surprise. "Oh my God, wait," she said, looking at Molly maliciously. "Is this dress fake? That's possible, isn't it? Only dress you can afford are the fake ones. This matches you, Molly."

Molly lifted her head in time to see that Brian was already walking towards her. She quickly looked at Fly, and curled her lips into a smile. "Aren't you smart to have figured that out?" she said, agreeing, "The dress I'm wearing right now... is really fake!"

Once she said that, she put down the fork on the table and stood up. "Little Cutie, I'm thirsty. Why don't we go get ourselves a drink?"

"Wha-?" Baffled by the exchange, Little Cutie sighed, "Okay," She had also noticed that Brian was moving towards them. As Molly found it the best time to get some drinks, Little Cutie lost the opportunity to stay and have the chance to talk to Brian. Slowly, they walked to the bar counter.

Meanwhile, unaware of Brian's approaching figure, Fly stood up and shouted after the two women, "A cheap woman with a fake dress. And for what? To seduce deep-pocketed handsome men? How delirious!"

Molly didn't even look back, and just left the place as fast as they could. She wasn't certain if Fly's behavior was influenced by alcohol, or if it's how she really thought of her."

"Her dress is a fake?"

A low and mellow sounding voice came from behind Fly. Shocked, she came to a standstill. Putting on an awfully big smile on her face which was heavily covered in makeup, she turned around to face Brian. What was once a big smile turned into a more seductive one. She stretched out her hand and greeted, "Hello!" As she greeted the man, she made sure to do some subtle changes in her body movements. She tried to squeeze her breasts together to gain his attention, grazing a finger over the side of her well-shaped body.

Brian didn't shake her hand. He was determined to ignore the stupid and cheap woman. Looking ahead, he found Molly taking out a bottle of sparkling wine from the icy barrel by the bar counter. He was unhappy with her actions.

Embarrassed, Fly withdrew her hand back to her side. She then turned around, already half certain she knew where Brian was looking. She replied arrogantly, "Yes, that's true. Look at what she's wearing. She must have bought it at a street stall. How dare she say that it's an Italian tailor-made dress. How shameless!" She hummed loudly, showing her conceitedness. She went on to insult Molly, "She pretends to be virtuous in our company. But everyone knows that she has many love affairs."

"Really?" Brian asked curtly and then looked at Fly. The longer he stared at Fly, the more his eyes became darker while his face remained cold and insensitive.

"Of course!" Fly didn't notice the coldness hidden in his eyes. She thought he was cheering her on, "She's just like a bus. Everyone can get in her. Of course, it's no secret in our company."

He was boiling with anger from within. He narrowed his eagle-like eyes and said in his dangerously low voice, "Okay, I get it now," Then, without another word, he turned to leave.