"But... What about Brian Long?" Tyler asked the man with a mask. With a shade of curiosity shining in
his eyes, he looked up slightly to see his mysterious face.
The man didn't reply to his question and instead, stared at the ruins covered in snow and kept silent.
After a short while, when Tyler was about to ask another question, the man finally spoke in a low
voice,"I don't want to get into trouble with him for now."
Tyler furrowed his thick and black eyebrows, and with a confused look on his face, replied,"But, Mr.
Shen, he has treated David worse than an animal!If we only take our revenge on that woman, I'm afraid
that the men under my charge will be unsatisfied..."
Before he was able to finish his words, Mr. Shen suddenly turned around to face him, with a sullen fury
burning in his eyes. He then said coldly,"Unsatisfied? If anyone dares to say that, throw him out!"
Tyler shivered as soon as he heard this, then lowered his head and replied,"Okay, I understand."
Mr. Shen added,"When you deal with that woman, be careful not to leave any trace. Remember, I don't
want to get into a fight with Brian Long yet."
"Yes, I got it!" Tyler replied respectfully and then went on to ask,"And what should I say to Mr. Zhang
with the police station..."
"Figure out a way to stall him." Mr. Shen calmed down as he explained,"The new mayor of A City isn't
an ordinary person, and I won't be manipulated by him!"
Tyler replied by nodding his head. Seeing that Mr. Shen didn't give further instructions, he then asked
to leave. As he walked on his way, he turned back to glance at the ruins and wondered, 'Why does Mr.
Shen usually stare at these ruins with regretful eyes? What did these use to be in the past?'
But more than that, the thing that he was actually more curious about was why Mr. Shen would absolve
the man who had almost killed David. The Mr. Shen he knew wouldn't just let anybody else rule over
him in A City. Even though he tried hard to think about it, Tyler just couldn't figure it out. Anyway, he did
not really care about it.
All he cared about at that moment was to deal with that woman and avenge what she'd done to David.
At that thought, a cruel smile appeared on Tyler's face as excitement and greed shone in his eyes.
He got into his car, started the engine, and then rushed towards the end of the horizon. As the car
faded into view, a cloud of snow loomed in the sky, making the dark night even colder...
The winter wind was still blowing heavily outside when a pale wash of light appeared in the lower sky of
the east.
"Hmm..."
A low moan hovered in Molly's room. She lay in her bed, with tightly frowned eyebrows and a pained
expression on her face. Her face was flushed out of color and her breathing was deep and difficult. She
licked her lips with the tip of her tongue and felt that it was slightly chapped out of dryness. Her whole
body felt like it caught a fire and her throat seemed to burn every time she swallowed.
She wanted to open her eyes, but she felt her eyelids were glued together.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Molly struggled to get up, but even though she could retain
some consciousness, she couldn't move her body a bit as if she was under a spell.
A soft groan of pain escaped Molly's lips as she heard the door being pushed open. It was soon
followed by someone's footsteps walking inside the room. She vaguely heard someone call out a name
and then afterwards, she felt a warm hand on her forehead...
Silence fell into the room all over again. There was no other sound except her disordered and heavy
breathing.
Brian stared quietly at Molly whose face flushed with fever. No emotion could be seen on his handsome
face. He stood at the foot of the bed with his hands in his pockets, waiting for the doctor's diagnosis.
Molly still wore a pained face, and she kept moaning in a low voice. She lightly shook her head with
uneasiness, and softly licked her dry lips every now and then.
After the doctor had finished examining her physically, he used the thermometer to get her body
temperature which read 39.8 degrees centigrade (103 degrees Fahrenheit).
Seeing this, Brian's eyes started to be filled with worries. He pressed his lips together as he watched
the doctor put her on a drip.
Brian didn't move a bit during the whole process. When the doctor left the room, he finally stepped to
the bedside and sat there. As he did so, the bed slightly sagged because of his weight which made
Molly who was suffering from her illness frown more tightly.
He quietly observed her sleeping face. Her fluttering eyelids swept across his heart, reminding him of
familiar memories. Becky used to play in the snow once and made a snowman too just like what Molly
did, and the next day, she also had a fever…
"Water... I... need... water... I'm… thirsty..."
Fragmentary murmurs came out from Molly's dry lips. They were so light that they seemed inaudible.
However, Brian, who had focused his gaze on her, understood what she meant immediately. He quickly
took the glass of water which Lisa had prepared on the desk, and then softly held up Molly's body with
his other hand. Afterwards, he put the glass under her lips, and helped her to drink.
Feeling the water on her lips, Molly opened her mouth and started to drink greedily. But the person who
was holding the glass for her didn't let her gulp as she wished, and instead controlled the slow drip of
water into her mouth.
Molly unconsciously pressed her lips closer to the glass because of thirst, but the glass was pulled
further from her at the same time. Because of that, Molly got sullen all of a sudden, and then murmured
angrily in a hoarse voice,"Give me the water, Edgar!
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