Chapter 297 Take Her Back To The Villa (Part Three)

They emerged from the lot, and headed toward Sophia Hotel. When they passed the gate of Grand
Night Casino, a car parked along the road nearby caught Brian's attention. His dark eyes cast a
sidelong look at the man on the driver's seat. It was Edgar, looking quite serious. Brian's gaze stabbed
at him from the darkness.

It was dead silent in the car during their drive. Becky was strong and calm as could be told from her
face, at least she tried to be. She was fidgeting, though, lacing and unlacing her hands, playing with her
fingers, pulling on the folds of her outfit. Brian knew it from the start. He glanced her during the journey
a few times. Finally, they arrived, and he walked her to her room.

"Get some rest. I'll return and have breakfast tomorrow with you, okay?" he said in a doting yet
annoyed tone.

Becky gave him a brave smile and replied softly,"Sounds good. You should get some rest too when you
finish up."

Brian leaned forward, ran his fingers through her hair, and planted a soft, tender kiss on her forehead.
"I'll stop by if I get done early."

He wasn't asking permission. He didn't need it.

"You don't need to. I can wait till breakfast." Becky lowered her eyes. She forgot that her eyes were
unable to show her feelings anymore.

Brian looked at her, temples moving a bit. He simply nodded and then left the hotel.

*

Molly sat in Jason's office for more than one hour and saw neither hide nor hair of Jason. She checked
her watch -- it was getting on toward midnight. This was the busiest time for the posh casino. Jason



would probably be super-busy. She had no idea when he'd be back here to talk to her.

Molly got off the couch and walked over to the window. The glass faced the street. She peered out and
found that Edgar's car was still there, waiting for her. She whipped out her phone to text him, but
realized she hadn't gotten his number. Well, damn it all!

There was nothing to do for it now. She gritted her teeth, shifted her gaze from the unsent message to
the car on the street. She thought for a moment. 'Maybe I can head downstairs and let Edgar know.'
When she opened the door, she was startled. Jason was right there, getting ready to open the door
himself and go inside the office.

Jason seemed unfazed, as if a bit confused. Molly lowered her eyes, like she was a child who did
something wrong. She clenched her hand tightly around her phone and moved aside to let Jason in.

"Have you decided?" Jason asked.

Molly nodded and typed on her phone. "This is a big night for you guys. I don't think there's any way I
can do it since I can't speak."

Jason was expecting Molly's reply. It was just a ruse anyway, an excuse to keep her in the casino. He
didn't know why Mr. Brian Long texted him and asked about her. But one thing he did know, and that
was that Brian was very unhappy at that point. He usually didn't interrupt business to ask after anyone.
Because of this, Jason knew something big was going down.

However, Mr. Brian Long did not ask further after he reported to him. Jason did know whether he could
let Molly leave or not. Since Brian hadn't given him any further orders on this, he wasn't sure if he could
let Molly leave or not. "Yeah, it's a big one alright, and we don't have enough people to staff the VIP
rooms. We don't even have time to train everyone. You've worked the VIP rooms before, so you'd be
the best option."



Molly licked her lips and looked at Jason, confused. In a big casino like Grand Night, everyone had that
special training. It wouldn't be hard to transfer them to the VIP rooms. Why did Jason insist on having
her work?

Suddenly, Molly realized why. "It's him, right?"

"Him?" Jason paused for a few seconds and then cracked his knuckles. "I haven't spoken to Mr. Brian
Long yet. He really doesn't get involved much with this place," Jason said.

"What about this morning?" Jason was speechless now.

A waitress serving in the lobby was bullied and Mr. Brian Long, who almost never showed up, came
here to personally deal with it. That was Twilight Zone weird. "I guess I'll have to find someone else if
you really don't want to do it," Jason replied and then continued,"It's late. Maybe you should head
home."

Molly nodded her agreement. Then she made her way out of the office. She was a little stiff from sitting
so long. Seeing her walking away, Jason shrugged a bit. He sighed and mused that Brian probably
wouldn't show up here, as he drove Miss Yan back to the hotel. So there was no need to keep Molly
here any longer.

Molly walked along the soft carpet in the hallway to the elevator. She pressed the button, waiting for the
elevator.

"Ding!" The elevator stopped. Molly raised her head and made ready to step inside the elevator when
the door opened. But she stopped in surprise when she saw the man standing in the elevator.

Brian stood in the center of the elevator with a bored look on his face, one hand in his pocket. His heart
skipped a beat when he saw Molly, and a gleam suddenly appeared in his eyes.



Molly gave him a slight bow in greeting, but didn't step into the car. Obviously, she was waiting for the
next one.

When the door was about to close completely, it suddenly opened again. Molly's heart pounded in her
chest because of this. She almost forgot to breathe.

Then Jason walked out and saw what was going on. He was smart and chose to walk back to his
office.

"Come on in!" Brian said this with an air of nobility, as if nobody could challenge his authority.

Molly didn't go inside the elevator car as she was bade. Instead, she took a step back.

Brian's face grew darker when he saw what she did. His eagle eyes narrowed a bit. He walked forward
and grabbed Molly's wrist. He practically pulled her into the elevator as the door closed slowly. He
forced Molly against the wall of the elevator and forced her to look at him.

There was a *pang!* sound from behind her. Molly frowned and made a face. She had been pushed
into an electrical panel, and the handle dug into her back. What was more, it hurt. She was thoroughly
annoyed.

Seeing her get angry, a ghost of a smile played across Brian's face. He stared at Molly with his sharp
eyes, one hand against the wall. "Strangers, are we? What…? Could it be? You're getting angry."


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