Chapter 78 A Talk Under The Cold Night (Part Three)

After shouting those words, Molly clenched her teeth and glared at Brian, who was still nonchalant. In
fury, she turned around and moved forward.

"If I had lost the game, I would've lost the whole Grand Night Casino, "

Brian replied coldly, his voice showing nonchalance and arrogance.

Molly froze on spot as she heard his words. What did he say?

The whole Grand Night Casino?

The bet in the game between him and Edgar was the whole Grand Night Casino. That was to say...

Suddenly Molly's eyes popped wide in shock when she realized that Brian was the boss of the Grand
Night Casino! She jerked her head around and met his deep eyes. "Your bet was the Grand Night
Casino? So are you..."

Brian made no response. Instead, he just kept smiling coldly.

Short of breath, Molly felt like a big fool who had been played around. A mocking smile spread across
her face. Clenching her teeth with anger, she said, "Mr. Long, I was so stupid to worry about you. Does
it make you happy to see other people unnecessarily worried about you?"

Brian didn't speak or blink. He just stared at her with his usual blank, emotionless eyes, like staring into
empty space. His indifference and insolence could outrun anybody's patience and make a preacher
cuss!

"I am such a big fool!" Staring at Brian, Molly's chest heaved with every breath. Sarcasm was loaded in
her voice as she asked, "I suppose that even if I had said I wanted Edgar to win, you still wouldn't have
let him win. Am I right?"



Brian sneered, his short-lived good mood disappeared into thin air, like dew on a sunny morning.
Hands in pockets, he walked up to Molly and said coldly, "If you had, of course I would've let him win
the game!"

"Huh! The whole Grand Night Casino? Are you willing to give it up?" Molly snorted.

Hearing her mocking voice, his face stiffened coldly. "It's just one casino. No big deal to me!" he replied
in an indifferent, imperious tone. "Molly Xia, are you underestimating me? Or deep inside, you actually
wanted your dear Edgar to win the game, didn't you? You sided against him because you heard how he
talked about you. You were just angry about what he said. Right?"

After giving her one more cold glance, Brian turned around and walked towards his car. But after a few
steps, he stopped and slightly turned to face her at an angle. "Nobody can deal off the bottom at the
Grand Night Casino. Nobody!" he said menacingly. "Do you know who the dealer was at our gambling
table? It was Shane! And by the way, Molly, you asked me whether I wanted to lose you or not. Did you
really think that you were so important to me? You are my woman, even if temporarily. I wouldn't let my
woman be disgraced in public. You wanted to keep your pride in front of people. Of course I would help
you with that. If you had said you wanted Edgar to win, then I wouldn't have followed the card. I'd have
let him win! Losing one casino is too small an issue to me. I wouldn't give a damn!"

And with that, Brian was off to his car. Molly stood there, dumbfounded, watching his taillights slowly
disappear along the Moonlight Street.

In a daze, Molly looked blankly at the place where his car had been parked, as if expecting he'd
magically re-appear at the same spot. She discreetly gritted her teeth, a dash of guilt set in her heart.

The dealer was Shane!

Molly hadn't expected that the most famous dealer in the world was working in the Grand Night Casino!



Shane had earned his fame for his shuffling prowess which made him a sought-after item in the
industry. His skills were simply magical, often duping players with false card sequences. If Edgar had
cut the deck, the sequence might have been disarranged. However, Edgar was too conceited and he
didn't cut the deck, because he had a poker hand of Four of a kind. Falsely, he believed that if he
followed the sequence, winning over Brian was a cinch.

The banker in a gamble was always the winner!

It was the same case with her father. Her father had gradually put their family into such a terrible
situation because of his ignorance about how casinos worked.

By now, Molly understood how the game worked, its rules, twists and bends. Her experience working at
the casino had taught her better. Thinking about it now, she regretted her spat with Brian. She shouldn't
have been so impulsive.

Back to the moment, she pulled Brian's coat tighter to her, which he'd given her to drape with on the
freezing night while he gave her the third degree. It still felt of his warmth, and smelt of his scent.
Slowly, she lowered her head, thought what to do with the coat and decided that there was no harm in
keeping warm with it. After all, he was gone already. She slowly walked away, feeling more bemused
than ever.

True, she had been angry over Edgar's unkind words about her. The scorn and sarcasm in his tone
really hurt at that moment in the VIP room. All that she could do at the time was to maintain her calm,
even if her self-esteem was being trampled on for no reason. Why did Edgar have to do that?

All along, she'd thought Edgar was the kind of man who would protect her, a suave man who
understood the real meaning of chivalry. However, he had treated her with scorn instead. Now, the man
who had always been cruel to her, was the one that saved her from that embarrassing moment.



Fluttering her eyelashes, Molly suddenly felt her heart ache. She had an overwhelming urge to go and
apologize to Brian.

While she was immersed in her thoughts, her arm was suddenly grabbed tightly by a powerful hand.
Before she could scream or react, the person behind her muffled her mouth.


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