Love Began with the First Meeting novel Chapter 693

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Mr. Song's sudden demise led to great chaos in A city. Even those who were completely detached and isolated from any event in the past years had started to pay close attention to the entire circumstance in a rather uneasy and tense manner. Media's eyes were all over this, they were everywhere, just striving to get a scoop of some fresh and intriguing newsworthy stories about his glorious life in a bid to improve their audience rating while attracting more readers. The stark contrast between his brilliant and impressive life and his miserable and tragic death now piqued people and brought a small magnitude of unsteadiness to the whole city. People concerned about his life and death with keen, overwhelming feelings, while some were ignorant, some were pleased, but most of them pitied how such a brilliant mind died in an inhuman and cold manner.

Lose Demon Bar.

In a black body-hugging outfit, Black Widow leaned against the bar counter with one of her arms propped onto the counter and held a glass of beer in the other hand, as she looked at all the men and women gathered there, just swaying their bodies crazily to the beats of the music playing loud and clear on the dance pool. Slowly, a contemptuous and sly smile came across her face.

"Could I have a glass of lemonade, please?"

a smooth and expressionless voice of a woman came through from behind. Black Widow didn't turn around to see who it was. Instead, she just took a sip of her beer and said in a slow, condescending tone, "I owe you a favor this time. So what is it that you want?"

The woman came forward and grabbed the lemonade from the bartender and sat on the stool next to Black Widow. She was dressed in active sportswear finished with a baseball hat. In comparison to all the people dancing there in the club, she looked so completely different in her distinctive attire. Her contrasting outfit made it appear as though she was an underage student who snuck out of school and came to see the world that she had never explored before.

"Well, as a matter of fact, I do have a favor to ask of you," she said idly as she lifted her glass and took a big sip. The lemonade was cool and refreshing. The satisfaction of having that beverage as it flowed down her throat cooled her down, her lips gradually pulled into a cunning smile.

"I know," Black Widow said as her eyes remained fixed on the beer. "Hannah, the fool. I wonder how she looked, what her expressions were when she found out that her Mr. Song is dead. How miserable must she be now!" Black Widow continued to speak as her eyes glistened in a dark and sinister light, "Mr. Song's glorious time has finally come to an end. And although Mr. Shen was released from jail, he has been deported from the country. Now there is no one to support her, no one she can run to for help."

The woman sneered with happiness as she finished speaking. "I agree. No one can escape from your hands. You are the smartest one," she said, squinting at Black Widow.

Black Widow snorted in contempt just soaking the compliment, as she replied, "I heard from my men that she was taken yesterday evening, and was tormented all night long." There was a shocking sense of cold and inhuman motive resonating in her voice. "Indeed, there is no one except Mr. Brian Long in A city who would dare to do such a thing. He is the only one who would have the nerve to throw Hannah to those coarse and dirty workers while infuriating Mr. Song to death."