Love Began with the First Meeting novel Chapter 708

Her striking rebuke reflected her distress and pain which developed for decades, "Do you know what a catamite is? I became a plaything for those men when I was less than ten-years-old." The woman gritted her teeth tightly. Her eyes filled with the anguish which most people would never experience in their lives. "Those psychopathic beasts dripped wax on my body and stabbed needles at my pubescent breasts. What's worse, they sewed up my private part with thread..."

"How could they do that?" Molly forgot about crying, taken aback by her words and the torture this woman faced. She slightly opened her mouth and stared at the woman, "How could they be so cruel?" Tears of pity welled down from Molly's face. She couldn't imagine things like that let alone face it.

"Heh," the woman stared blankly forward with red eyes, deep in her thoughts, "You can't even imagine that, right? I tried to please them and endure everything they did just to survive. But still, my starved brother died in my arms, his eyes eagerly looking at me with hopes for some water and food..."

Snapping out from her trance, she turned her eyes upon Molly with a mocking smile, "Actually, I also kept thinking about why I was born to suffer from all of these. Finally, I drew a conclusion. Molly, it was all your father's fault!" Immediately, her eyes were filled with cruelty, "In revenge, I must torture you and let you experience my pain and ordeal! I really hope that Mark would have died when he was suffering from overdosage of Vitamin C. Regrettably, his father is Brian, that mysterious and powerful man." There was disappointment in her tone. She had much difficulty in confirming Brian's real identity, because she failed to follow the clues after Richie took Mark away.

Molly's heart wrenched when she heard the woman referring to Mark. All along she had thought that Brian didn't allow Mark to stay with her in order to restrict her motions, but now she understood that it was for Mark's safety.

She observed the complex emotions in the woman's eyes which were mixed with pleasure, sadness and resentment, and she calmed down a bit. She asked, "Who on earth are you?" Molly felt something wrong. This woman was too clear of the matters around her.

The masked woman seemed to read her mind, and she ignored Molly's question and returned to her topic, "After my brother passed away, I returned to those savage beasts and pretended to be obedient. You know what? They had a special taste for those who were stubborn and resistant, and they tried to force me to revolt against them. But to be honest, I learned a lot from their hell-like torture. They hated me, but they were reluctant to let me go. Gradually, I became their best assistant to discipline those catamites..." she sneered as she looked into Molly's stunned look, "... until I killed them with those catamites!"

Her lips curled into a cruel smile, and then she said in a faint voice, "Most of the catamites and concubines there were descendants of the soldiers who died in that war my father took part in," she paused for a second and continued, "After we killed those dirty beasts, we seized their wealth and strengthened our new founded army to take revenge. Five years ago, I came to A City and tried to seek out Justin Yan. To my surprise, I stumbled across an interesting fact: Justin has a daughter, and that's you, Molly!"

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Brian drove his car and chased in the direction the tracker he had injected into Molly's body led him to. He stared at the moving red dot in the screen, and the look in his face became unusually grave and worried. His concern for Wing overwhelmed him and made him forget about the conspirator behind this string of matters, so he shouted at Molly and drove her away at a fit of rage.

With a beep, the phone rang, and Brian answered it without a second of hesitation.

"Mr. Brian Long," a strange voice came through a voice changer, "come to the No.3 Warehouse in half an hour. I'll stab Molly every minute after you are late for reaching here. Remember, you should come here by yourself. If you bring anyone with you, you'll see Molly's dead body."

The person at the other end finished speaking and ended the call.

Brian glanced at the screen and saw that the red dot stopped near the No.3 Warehouse. It was twenty minutes' drive from there.

He stepped on the gas and speeded up the car. His eyes closed slightly in concentration.

The car phone rang again. With knitted eyebrows, Brian answered it.

"Brian," Richie said at the other end of the call, "how is Wing now?"

Brian kept driving fast as he answered, "Her condition already stabilized, and she will recover overnight."

Richie fell silent for a while, and then suddenly asked, "You aren't in the hospital?"

"No, I am not," Brian didn't show any intention of explaining it to him, "I have some matters to deal with."