At first, Mark didn't get it. But when Shirley made it clear, he nodded fiercely, his eyes lit up.
'The boy is worth teaching and is very promising. He has indeed inherited the excellent genes of the
Long Family, ' Shirley thought to herself and smiled.
She watched happily as Mark's little figure trotted into the classroom.
"Shirley, the principal wants to see you in his office,"
the Chinese teacher said. Shirley quickly headed to see the principal.
When Shirley arrived at his office, the Principal briefed about some work to his aide, then asked him to
leave and shut the door behind him. As soon as the door was closed, the principal was all smiles right
away. He hurriedly stood up and showered her with flattery, "It's such an honor to have you work here."
"It's my honor," Shirley replied. But she was no longer a regular teacher, but a noble, upper-class lady.
"I'm just having fun working here. Hopefully I'm not causing any trouble."
"No way. Your presence flatters this school," the principal seemed a bit relieved, and then he asked
carefully, "But why did you choose this school?"
Shirley sneered - she had already made it clear that it was just for fun, but it still scared the hell out of
the principal. It was understandable, though. After all, every year the Dragon Empire Group funded a
lot of researches and granted quite a few scholarships. It was no small number. And this time, Frank
had personally called to tell the principal about her arrival. And of course, the principal served her as if
she were a god.
"My friend's kid studies here, but I can't reveal my identity."
"Oh, I understand. And that kid is...?" the principal asked tentatively.
Shirley smiled and emphasized, "The identity of the kid is not your concern." She fixed her intimidating
and dominant eyes on him.
The principal knew what Shirley had meant. He dared not ask her any more questions and ended their
talks with more flattery.
Shirley smiled, then walked towards her office. Her classes were already over, but she didn't plan on
leaving yet. She decided to audit the next class and see Mark's performance. She laughed happily
even at the idea of watching him learn his lessons. 'Mark is way cuter than Brian. He is as cute as my
Wing, ' Shirley thought cheerfully.
"Mr. Brian Long is so manly."
"Fine, okay. You're drooling. But think about Spark. That Brian stole Spark's lover and held a
conference to advertise it. Poor Spark."
"I know, but he is still so manly and handsome. Gosh, if Brian loved me, I will die happily right away."
"You could try. See if Brian would even look at you if you were actually dying. "
A group of college girls laughed together after having that conversation. Their talks perplexed Shirley.
She frowned, 'What has Brian done now?'
She quickly dialed Antonio's number, "Antonio, did anything happen with Brian today?"
After briefing her about the press conference, Antonio added, "Mrs. Long, now I feel that Mr. Brian
Long is even bolder and more adventurous than the Young Master."
"Huh, he's just like his parents," Shirley laughed merrily, then added, "Just wait and see. What Brian
has done will touch Molly deeply. And Molly will forgive and accept Brian, and they will live happily ever
after. I can then meet and hug Mark without worrying about revealing my identity. The thought just
makes me so happy. Ha, Brian is definitely manly."
But Antonio broke her sweet fantasy by saying, "Well, the greater the expectation, the bigger the
frustration."
Shirley was just about to curse, but soon calmed herself down. After all, she was still at the school and
was a teacher. She cleared her throat and replied, "It's always better to have hope than not. After I give
Molly a tiny nudge, the chances would be greater."
"Mrs. Long, the Young Master has said that if you intervene, he would send Molly away."
Shirley didn't retort, but sulked instead. She knew that love was a business between the two people
involved. If Brian and Little Molly couldn't work things out on their own, even if they were forced
together, they would split up in the end.
"Send the video of the press conference to my phone," Shirley ordered. She was curious about what
Brian had said. She believed that after listening to the conference, Little Molly would easily become
Brian's prey. That was how you won a woman's heart- you sweet-talked them and then slowly slid into
their bed.
Shirley relished in her fantasy, but the reality was usually poles apart from fantasies. If everything went
according to our fantasies, then life would have no meaning.
In the villa, Molly was still in shock at Brian's words. She tried to call Brian because she was morose
and desolate. But he didn't answer. Aggrieved, she started crying and called him again. The call was
put through, but it was immediately ended after he said the words, "You're not a third wheel."
That threw Molly into a mood turmoil. She was happy, rejected, confused, at a loss...
Suddenly, the door was pushed open with a loud bang! Molly turned towards the door in shock and saw
Eric. He ran inside hastily as he patted the water beads off his clothes.
Molly frowned. Eric removed his shoes and complained, "What a lousy weather. Does it ever stop
raining here?" He walked to Molly and asked, "Little Molly, could you brew me a cup of tea?"
"I'm busy." Molly shifted her eyes back to the TV which was still streaming the conference. But now, it
was just a couple of journalists reporting about what had happened. Some were alluding to her; some
were speculating the reason behind Brian's move.
Eric plopped down beside Molly, glanced at the screen, then poured himself a cup of tea. After taking a
sip, he said, "Brian's move was quite unexpected."
Molly turned around to look at Eric, pursed her lips and asked, "Is that why you came here? "
She knew that it was exactly why he had come there. She didn't care if Eric really was in love with her-
she didn't have the time or energy for him. But he had obviously come to sabotage her relationship with
Brian, despite the fact that they were never really back together.
Eric shrugged and leaned against the sofa. His eyes were fixed on the TV as he said, "I came here to
find Brian. We have some trouble on QY Island." Then he slanted over to look at Molly and quipped,
"Since when did you begin complicating things like that?"
Molly became silent.
Eric laughed, then nipped her nose gently. Molly responded by trying to hit him, but he grabbed her
wrist. He put her hand down, then sneered roguishly, "Ah, you have developed an instinct to attack
because of Brian," he continued, "But that's not a very nice habit. A lady shouldn't be violent."
Molly's anger only fermented at Eric's lecturing. She grew furious and retorted, "That's none of your
business."
Eric laughed again, but it was not pleasant. It was a nuisance for her. "Little Molly, a woman's greatest
weapon is to show the white feather," he paused and looked at Molly's darkened face. He took a sip of
his tea, then said casually, "Did you know that after the conference Brian went straight to Becky?"
Molly's heart sank. Flustered, she stared at Eric, but didn't know how to react.
Eric eyed her with a deep, meaningful smile. "You think Brian convened the press for you?" Molly
opened her mouth, but said nothing. Eric sneered and added, "You're as silly and naive as always..."
"Eric!" she gnashed her teeth irritably.
"No need to be so furious," Eric said, putting down his cup, "Brian didn't do it for you or for Becky. He
did it for Mark." Molly's expression became complex and it was hard to guess what she was really
thinking. Slowly he added, "Children of the Long Family don't grow up being judged or gossiped about.
After Brian's announcement, no one would ever bring these gossips up again. Mark would never hear
about any of this. He would grow up as a carefree child." Seeing Molly turn green, he leaned forward,
gazed deep into her eyes and challenged her, "What? You're disappointed, aren't you? You thought
Brian did it for you. He didn't.
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