The flowers that grow in the desolate deserts of the earth face an interesting situation. Their
appearance is not so delicate, but their tough bodies are made to stand every kind of hardship.
**
Molly bit her lips. Tears were coursing down her cheeks like a river bursting its banks; she seemed
hesitant, as though a prey to some sort of inward conflict. She had never hoped to be understood by
anyone else but she couldn't bear it at all when her mother called her 'bitch!'
"I'll visit you soon another day!" Molly managed to control her emotion and then ran out of the ward.
"Molly!" Steven shouted after her. With a solemn glance at Sharon, he ran after her but lost her in the
corridor. She was gone.
He felt ashamed and uneasy. He clenched his fists suddenly, as if he was deeply grieved.
Molly rushed towards the staircase in a single breath, with her teeth gnashed to prevent herself from
crying out. Entering the staircase, she sat down on the first step, without thinking to make sure it wasn't
dirty. She burst into tears like a child.
Gradually, the empty staircase was filled with her dry and sorrowful sobs. Muffled and anguished cries
echoed throughout the staircase when she suddenly bit her own arm.
Her eyes were running out of tears, but her heart still ached. She had been trying her best to protect
her family from poverty. She had taken several jobs to earn as much money as she could. She was
paying for her father's debts, her mother's medicine costs, and her brother's tuition fees. It made her
happy to think that she could help her family; she wanted to do just that and maintain her family. She
had hated God for this much injustice but had never complained about her family.
With increasing grief, her own bite on her arm strengthened, until her teeth broke the skin and blood
flowed into her mouth. She didn't feel anything; she had been through worse.
She had been raped by Brian with bleeding wounds on her back and just now, her mother had slapped
her. Was there anything more painful than the physical and mental pains she had experienced?
No, there wasn't!
With despairing eyes, she kept crying until finally the light faded when the sun went down. She stopped
only when her eyes were totally dry and devoid of tears.
Sorrowful, she leaned against the wall and looked ahead with scattered and vacant eyes and brain.
Her brain was now completely blank. There was no mother's illness, no father's gambling debt, no
Daniel's tuition, no Brian!
*
In Golden Bay Club of A city, A huge, round, redwood table was sitting in the middle of a grandiose
room that spanned almost 500 square metres. It was surrounded by leisure sofas, and potted flowers in
green plants. The table looked too simple and abrupt for such a luxurious private club.
There were only four people in the room, two sitting and two standing. Even the sight itself was as
abrupt as the table in between.
Brian was sitting with his legs crossed randomly, and a smoking cigar between two skinny fingers. He
seldom smoke, saving the process for only two special occasions, dealing with dangerous games, or
being in complete control of the situation!
And from the look in his sharp eyes, it was evident that he was doing both right now.
Across him, Mr. Shen tapped the table with his fingers lightly and slowly. His hands showed their age
but were still in perfect shape.
A faint, cold smile hidden in his mask, Mr. Shen looked at Brian. There were no emotions on his face
even though he was stunned by Brian's coldness.
This was the first time he had been face to face with Brian, and he could see that
Brian was much more tyrannical and venomous than Richie. He had a feeling that Brian either loved or
didn't love at all. And if he loved someone, he would shake the earth for her.
"Tyler...." Brian spat out a smoke ring, staring at the man wearing the half-face silver mask and sitting
on the opposite side. He gave a snort of contempt, and continued casually, as if what he was saying
was insignificant, even though there was an anger and aggression about him that wouldn't let anyone
reject him. "I want him dead!"
Tyler, who was standing behind Mr. Shen freaked out right away. He gnashed his teeth tightly with his
face convulsed in fear. He was rarely afraid, even when fighting a group of ruffians alone. But right now,
he was scared to death.
He was known to be bloodthirsty and atrocious, but he felt he was nothing in front of Brian. He didn't
know why he felt this way.
Mr. Shen remained calm, even deepened the smile on his face. He said slowly and politely,"It's wrong
what Tyler did yesterday, but I'm sorry to tell you that you can't take Tyler away from me right now. My
men are watching me right now. I can't treat them like this!"
He paused, nodded, raised his head and looked at Brian, and continued calmly,"Anyway, she was your
woman. I have to do something! Tyler did something really wrong!
Suddenly, Mr. Shen leaned towards Tyler and whipped out his gun from his pocket.
Brian didn't move, but Tony aimed his gun at Mr. Shen. He was ready to fire if Mr. Shen attempted
something wrong.
But, much to their surprise, Mr. Shen fired at Tyler with the silenced gun.
Tyler grimaced in pain, but didn't make a sound. He just lay silently on the ground and held his breath.
Blood burst from his belly and contaminated his clothes in an instant.
"Well, Mr. Shen.... there's no need." Brian kept his legs crossed and maintained his calmness and
coldness. He looked towards Tyler and indifferently continued,"I said I wanted him dead. Nobody can
stop me!"
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