Love Began with the First Meeting novel Chapter 668

For himself, Victor selected a narrow, hollowed-out, metal gray mask that was unadorned but hard. The mask was a dramatic contrast to his light and flawless skin and complimented his strong yet flexible character. After inspecting Brian and himself, Victor was satisfied with his choices. Nodding, he said, "Let's go, Mr. Brian Long." Walking faster, Victor entered the hall ahead and left Brian. "I need to do something first. You go ahead and join the party. I'll look for you later."

There was no response from Brian, who strode inside the hall with his face impassive. It suddenly occurred to him that he was crazy coming to this foolish and meaningless party hoping to get rid of Molly.

As the two handsome gentlemen entered the venue, a man stationed near the reception desk and tasked to hand out the masks, asked to be excused for a while. He turned into a corner, out of everyone's view and took out an inter-phone. Speaking into it, he said, "Miss, Mr. Brian Long has entered the venue and is wearing the No.1 mask."

Hannah, who received the message, was currently painting her nails. After hearing the report from her subordinate, she stopped what she was doing and smiled wildly. "Okay, I know. You did a good job. Tomorrow, you can go to Black Widow. She'll hand over the stuff I promised to give you."

His lips broke into a huge smile. "Thank you. Thank you so much, Miss!"

As their conversation ended, Spark, in a lake-blue suit, entered the hotel lobby with Molly, who was in a blue dress as well. They proceeded to the reception desk to choose their masks. Of the many laid out, Spark selected a white one with a blue feather for himself and picked out one he thought would suit Molly. Like his mask, it was also white but had a big flower made of white silk and a feather. It looked remarkably holy and flexible, especially once Molly fixed it on her beautiful face. Her shining eyes gave off just enough light under the mask.

Smiling, Spark said, "Let's go!" Molly blew out a breath and followed him.

When they arrived at the venue, it was dark and dim, with only a few lights on. Except for the dining area, almost every place was dark, creating a sexy and seductive atmosphere.

A mass of people, both from legal and illegal industries, were present at Mr. Song's celebration. They were all well-dressed and fashionable. But since everyone wore a mask and the venue was dimly-lit, it was difficult to recognize each other unless it was a close distance, even if many of the guests were familiar with one another.

Masks were created for fun and to conceal the real identities of those wearing them. A masked man or woman may look bizarre, but it does the job - people can simply be themselves while enjoying any activity even for a short time. The dance floor was filled with anonymous men and women, constantly changing partners while getting lost in the pleasures of movement. They followed the beat and melody of the music, swaying or gyrating with wild abandon. As the music got hotter and hotter, the atmosphere turned more intense.

"Let's move there and get some food," Spark shouted above the din. He surveyed the area then pulled Molly to the dining area.

With Victor focusing on his own business, Brian was left alone. He moved to the rest area. Because of the dim lights and noisy, blurred music, Brian's head ached, and he was becoming dizzy. He caught a glimpse of the crowded dance floor, and marveled at all the masked guests, except Mr. Song, who was dancing with a woman in a light purple dress and a mask. Clearly, the man was happy and enjoying every moment, and the pretty, sexy woman beside him, but also because of this grand event for him. Witnessing the happiness in Mr. Song's face, Brian felt a small smile forming on his lips. Then he looked away.