At the master control room located at the top of the building…
Molly was standing against a wall with Brian less than two feet away from her. She stared at the man,
with a look that was a combination of agony and hatred. This expression prevented Brian from coming
closer and touching her.
He was utterly furious. Examining Molly's swollen face from afar, he felt a stabbing pain in his heart. He
could have killed those brute guards by punching them to death, had there been no mercy left in his
heart.
"Let me examine your injuries," he said through gritted teeth. He couldn't believe how much pain he felt
just seeing the harm done to Molly. Brian tried to touch her face, but Molly turned her face away quickly
to prevent this. This attempt resulted in her glaring at him once more.
After what she suffered in the last hour, Molly looked pretty much like a drowned rat. Hair tousled, lips
bloodied, and a face so swollen made it difficult for Brian to recognize her. There were also cuts in her
hands. And she smelled of the wine that splashed on her. Even as her entire body screamed in pain
from the slapping and the kicking, Molly felt numb all over. But when Brian asked to check her injuries
and then recalling how he referred to her as his woman back in the hall, her heartbeat quickened, and
she also felt a stabbing pain in her heart.
"Molly, tell me what you're thinking of right now!" Brian shouted at her. This situation with Molly unable
to speak frustrated him. Before the drugging incident, the woman always had a ready answer each time
they would fight. But now, he couldn't even get a proper response from her. What Brian wasn't aware of
was Molly's concern about annoying him for answering back.
She threw him a look of contempt, then pointed her finger at the door to indicate that she wanted to
leave.
But after what happened to her in the hall, Brian couldn't allow her to do that. Her predicament made
him so furious that he was even annoyed at himself. If Adele hadn't sent him the message, he might
not even know Molly was in danger. In that case, Molly would have been dead before he could get to
her. The thought distressed him, and he stopped imagining the horrible consequences if they didn't
reach Molly in time. If he didn't, he might have lost control of himself and killed those bastards with his
bare hands. It stunned him to feel his heart pounding loudly just thinking about what happened. It was a
feeling so alien to him.
He was afraid of losing this woman.
The thought suddenly popped into his head. He eyed Molly seriously, apprehensively, and unbelievably.
He refused to admit it, but his heart was telling him that he could not bear to lose this stubborn woman.
Someone rapped at the door.
Glancing at his boss, Tony turned around to open the door.
It was Jason, with the two men from the casino. Ordinary people were usually not permitted to enter the
VIP rooms, more so the Master Control Room located in the building's attic.
"Mr. Brian Long." The name was said almost reverently.
The people behind Jason wore troubled and worried expressions. When the door opened, they peeked
inside, and upon seeing Brian standing there, fear clutched at their hearts. When Jason ordered them
to enter, everyone seemed to be paralyzed, as if they had heard the voice of an executioner. The most
embarrassing of them all was the assistant manager, who slumped to the floor upon recognizing Brian.
Tearing his gaze from Molly, Brian fixed his eyes on Jason waiting for an explanation. Jason recounted
what had happened based on the waiter's account. As he listened, Brian appeared to be calming down.
But his people knew better that he might display an outward calm but inside, he was furious.
"Show me the videos," he ordered quickly. Nodding, Tony pressed a series of buttons on the keyboard
that pulled up and displayed onscreen the recordings of what transpired at the casino hall.
All eyes watched the monitor closely. They saw the gentleman stick out his leg to trip a waiter. When
the waiter fell, he crashed into Molly, who knocked the fat man down. With a perfect distraction, the
plump gambler overturned a pile of chips while discreetly sticking a card under the tray that Molly held.
The footage was extremely sharp. Played in slow motion, it became clear to everyone watching what
transpired in the hall. On the other hand, the culprits, including the fat man, the educated gentleman,
and the assistant manager, had faces drained of all color.
"This is the poker card," Jason said, handing the card to Brian. The fat man fidgeted, the other man
blinked rapidly.
Turning the card over with slender fingers, Brian examined it closely before saying,"Our cards are
specially made. Haven't you been told that before, when you first played?"
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