Love Began with the First Meeting

Chapter 263 Limited Liberty (Part Three)

"Justin won't kill her. He knows that's not kosher," Brian said in an indifferent tone,"but she won't be safe if she stays here, since I'm a target. They might try something when I'm not around. I can't risk that."

Harrow shrugged, he didn't think Brian would lay it out so bluntly. He took a look at Tony and then asked,"So the reason you're doing this is to make sure Molly's safe? Or are you trying get her out so Becky can come back? Of course, none of this matters now, right?"

Brian's eyes became dark while he snorted. Harrow curled his lips, expecting Brian's anger. He saw Tony mock him out of the corner of his eye, so Harrow silently pulled the corner of his mouth and discontentedly mumbled a few words.

"Mr. Brian Long, once Rory leaves, Justin will probably lay low. Since he's chosen by the reformist faction, he's probably more skilled than we give him credit for. I'm afraid things won't go well," Harrow said with a little trepidation. He knew how strong Brian was, but Vincent let him know that those ten special forces guys were some of the best. Especially Howard, who could be called the "wolf of wolves" for a new generation.

"That's what I'm afraid of. That he'll do nothing," Brian snorted in a cold and arrogant tone. He had promised Molly, so he wanted to be the one to do it. She had been hurt to learn of her family origins, and he didn't want to hurt her a second time. It didn't matter who her biological father was, Rory or Justin. She wanted to be independent, and he'd help her out.

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Eric drove Molly to the alley where her house was. Molly stared at the gate of their house, and then she tore her eyes away, took out the notepad and wrote some words for Eric to read,"Thanks for the ride! Bye!"

Molly took a deep breath. She unfastened the safety belt and wanted to get out.

"Molly..." Eric tried to get her attention, and succeeded. Molly turned back and looked at him. He needed no words to tell her what he wanted to say next. His expression and his silence told her,"I'll still be there if you need me."

Molly looked at Eric in a daze, and smiled all of a sudden. She took up her notepad and scribbled some more. "Eric, don't use me as an excuse to be mad at your cousin. I'm not exactly his type anyway. But thanks for the beautiful lie. It made me happy for a bit. Bye!"

Eric frowned as soon as he finished reading. He was about to say something when Molly opened the car door, waved at him, turned around and walked into the alley.

"S-h-i-t!" Eric swore in anger. Watching Molly go through the gate, he was depressed, while his handsome face was covered with a layer of cruelty. He started the car and left angrily while silently cursing Molly for not appreciating what was good in life. However, he did not think about precisely why he was so angry. After all, he'd flirted with every woman his brother seemed to show an interest in, right?

Molly walked in, and was surprised there was no one else there. She looked everywhere in the house for her family, but found nobody. Steven and Sharon were gone, and so was Daniel, who was on holiday and home for a while.

While Molly was still confused, two people entered the house. She spun, and saw two men in black suits. Something was wrong here. She watched them warily, taking a step back to protect herself in case they tried anything.

"Are you Miss Molly Xia?" one of them asked in a plain tone.

She stared at the man who spoke, all her senses on alert. Since she couldn't speak, it was all she could do to put up a brave front.

It seemed that the two men could read her mind. Only one of them spoke, still. He said,"Your parents and your brother are Mr. Yan's guests. We were ordered by him to bring you to his house."

Molly frowned. Something was definitely amiss. She rapidly wrote some words and showed the notepad to the men: "Who is Mr. Yan? Who are you? Why should I do anything you say?"

"Miss Xia, you'll get your answers as soon as we get there. Now move!"

Molly took a deep breath and tried to clamp down on the fear growing in her mind. She rapidly scrawled out words,"No. I'm staying here. I don't know this so-called Mr. Yan at all!"

The man read what she wrote, and a bloodthirsty and murderous look appeared in his eyes. He said fiercely,"Well, we tried the easy way. Now it's the hard way!"

After saying that, the man strode forward to grab Molly's arms. Molly was astonished. She tried to break free, then bit the back of his hand when he didn't let her go.

The man gasped deeply and released Molly out of reflex. Molly took the chance to run out of his reach. She picked up a bamboo board on a cabinet and looked at the man tensely. Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

"Miss Xia, let me give you a piece of advice. Don't resist, because we'll do what we have to to restrain you!" said the other man, who had not spoken till now. His voice was even colder than the first one, as if it came from an iceberg. He advanced on her, just like his friend.

Molly tried hard to swallow her saliva while going over this in her mind. She was totally outmatched -- there was no way one woman was going to take on two men. Looking at these two ruthlessly efficient

men, she was silently wondering who this so-called Mr. Yan was. Wait a minute, Yan? Could they be referring to Rory Yan?

When Molly was lost in thought, one of the men glanced at the other. The meaning was clear. He suddenly walked towards Molly and yanked the bamboo board out of Molly's hands. She was off- balance, and tried to recover. While she was doing that, he caught her.

Molly struggled, but how could she match the strength of a man?

"We don't want to hurt you, but Mr. Yan wants to see you!" the man's cold voice came through,"If you struggle, we're going to have a problem. We might not be able to hold you without hurting you."

Molly was absolutely enraged, anger burning deep in her heart, but she could not speak. No matter how much she wriggled, and fought, and squirmed, she couldn't break the man's grip. When she was about to lose it, they all heard an icy voice from the doorway.

"I think the lady doesn't want to go with you."