However, the Shadow Organization had its rules. Although everyone realized the urgency of the matter,
Antonio didn't work at the organization anymore, so he had to report the matter to the head of the
organization, if he wanted a dispatch of members to the rescue of Shirley and Molly. When Frank
learned that Shirley was abducted, he forgot that he was in the meeting in Dragon Island's parliament
meeting room. After he issued an order to coordinate with Antonio, he left the meeting room, leaving
everyone confused. Forthwith, he took his private plane to head for A City.
In Brian's villa, Brian, sitting on the sofa, watched Park Shin Chun's interview. He disliked Park Shin
Chun and couldn't understand why Shirley was so infatuated with him.
Standing not far away from Brian, Tony was drinking a cup of water. He cast a glance at the TV and
noticed that Brian was displeased, so he slightly shook his head.
Time moved slower than a Sunday afternoon. By 11:00 p.m., there was still no sign of Molly coming
back.
Brian turned his gaze away from the TV to the clock on the wall. He began to pull a long face and
slightly closed his lips, his eyes showing melancholy.
Tony waited for Brian's order to bring Molly back. However, to his surprise, Brian didn't give him such
an order!
Tony was surprised, seeming to realize something.
Molly stayed with Shirley now. Since Shirley was Park Shin Chun's crazy fan, she might follow Park
Shin Chun's interview along with Molly.
Tony shrugged and felt relieved. After he said goodbye to Brian, he went back to sleep.
It was difficult for Tonny to know Brian's thoughts now. It seemed Brian's love was now divided between
Becky and Molly at the same time. Tony had never been in any relationship and didn't understand
Brian's affection for Becky and Molly. But Harrow had once said it would be difficult for Brian to end his
relationship with Molly. Tony still couldn't understand what Harrow meant.
Brian stood up and went to the small bar counter to pick up a shaker. Then he unhappily mixed a glass
of alcohol and stared at the dark blue liquid that gleamed with bubbles. He slightly narrowed his eyes,
frowning. He had learned to make this kind of mixed drink from Frank. The Blurred Night Scene, he
called the mixture in his glass. It was a drink specifically mixed for contemplative moments like this.
Brian sat on the bar stool and looked outside unhappily. The gloomy weather threw people into bad
moods. Only dim yellow light marked streets out. It was deathly silent everywhere.
Brian took a sip of the drink, savoring the light scent of it. The taste was something between mild sweet
and hot spicy. Getting sloshed by the minute, he was soon totally absorbed in his thoughts which
carried him into the starry sky that would spread into endless darkness at any time.
*
The navy blue car finally stopped. Before she was pushed out of the door, Shirley secretly focused on
remembering all the details she could visualize about the route they had taken. When Shirley and Molly
were taken into a room with lights, the blindfolds were pulled off their eyes.
In the sudden, bright light, Shirley and Molly squinted, trying to recover from the pitch darkness of the
blindfolds. After they had adapted better to the light, they slowly opened their eyes.
"Untie them!" A man curtly gave an order.
Shirley and Molly were untied. Their hands were sore and swollen from the ropes. A bit of blood
exuded from their skin.
As she stared at a man sitting on the sofa in front of her, Molly's indignation grew. He was a heavyset
man with a beer belly and whiskers. Although he wore the designer clothes, he still disgusted Molly.
All around the atmosphere was spooky and unsettling.
After taking in the whole place, Molly guessed they were inside a villa. All the men in the room were
foreigners. Except for the man sitting on the sofa, the rest were in black business suits, strong and tall.
They stood around encircling Shirley and Molly. A few had guns, while others just stood in watchful
positions, hands behind their backs and hawk-eyed as if ready to pounce on their prey in a flash.
Molly swallowed hard, frightened of the freakish state of affairs. It all looked like a scene out of the
movies, which was scary, unreal.
Shirley also glanced around before fixing her eyes on the man on the sofa. She slightly frowned,
pondering for a little while. She then raised her head and asked, with a smile,"Are you Smith, director
of the Chancellor Group?"
Apparently, Smith hadn't expected Shirley to recognize him. A look of surprise formed on his face at her
words. With a straight face, he coldly asked,"Who are you?"
Shirley smiled, confident that it was Smith. "Perhaps I know your purpose..."
"Who on earth are you?"Staring at Shirley, wide-eyed, Smith began to suspect she was no average
woman and might pose a threat to him.
"It doesn't matter who I am!"Calmly, Shirley smiled. "If you don't want your group to be destroyed, you'd
better let go of us!"
"Humph!"with contempt, Smith snorted at her words. Within, his arrogance was somewhat shaken.
With affected air, he blurted,"I don't care who you are. I don't have to worry as long as this young lady
stays here."
"Really?"Almost with a sneer, Shirley despised the man's ignorance. "First, she might not be Brian's
woman. Besides, as far as I know, it's hopeless for anyone to think he could stop Brian from doing
whatever he wants. At this rate, I'm afraid, your day of reckoning could be looming," she warned."And
we may leave here much sooner than you think!"
Shirley added confidently, optimism flashing in her eyes, which almost shook everyone in the room.
Abruptly, Smith stood up, unhappy with Shirley's audacity. "Don't bring such blabber here, thinking it will
scare us. We have observed for a long time and have found that Brian cares about this woman very
much. You can wait and see whether we can stop him from taking action."
"We don't have to wait. If you let go of us now, you might not have to face an inevitable bad end. But as
long as you continue keeping us here and being unkind to us, I'm afraid that the entire Chancellor
Group might be wiped out soon, with dire consequences for you. It might spell your end," sternly,
Shirley warned, her serious tone seeming to have pity for what might befall Smith.
On her part, Molly remained tight-lipped. Since Shirley spoke to the man in a foreign language, Molly
could only understand a few words. And before she could figure out what they talked about, they had
already changed to another topic.
As she gazed at those men who carried the machine guns, Molly nervously swallowed.
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