Love Began with the First Meeting

Since A City was in neither sea nor land boundaries, it had caused drug dealings to sprout everywhere mostly because its economy was largely dependent on casinos and it was no secret that if there was gambling, most likely there would be pornography and drug usage too. This meant the city was already boiling underneath. It was just being covered by a very expensive pot lid. Edgar knew, from his five years here, that while the situation could be controlled, it couldn't be stopped altogether. And what more if you wanted to control the figures, that was even more difficult.

Jennifer swiftly stared at Edgar-an air of arrogance wafting around her.

"I," Edgar said rather calmly and gravely, "will be waiting for that."

He kept his eyes on Jennifer for a moment before withdrawing his sight. He continued to preside the meeting in that rigid way of his. It wasn't until their meeting was over and Edgar had finally left the room that everyone was able to catch their breath. They also all turned to look at Jennifer sympathetically.

Edgar returned to his office, followed by Bill. "Sir, we already know what happened in Becky Yan's accident," Bill said.

"It's the International Black League's operational methods," Edgar said flatly. He threw his notebook on his desk and turned around to look at Bill, who looked shocked. Edgar added, "It's also their operational method to make a dead person die a second time. It's nothing new."

"Then, should we continue the investigation?" Bill prompted, confused. He wondered why Edgar would ask him to investigate when he already knew everything.

"No," Edgar said as he looked out the window. The sky looked as heavy as his heart felt. In reality, he asked Bill to investigate still because he wanted to prove something. "Let the police handle it," he added.

Bill curled his mouth and shrugged, "Okay. Then I'll go back to work."

Edgar walked towards the window. He took his glasses off and rubbed the bridge of his nose with his fingers. He took out a piece of cloth from his pocket and used it to wipe his glasses. With a sneer on his face, he muttered, "Uncle Steven, Molly will always be your daughter."

His low voice echoed through his office. Placing the glasses back to the bridge of his nose, Edgar looked out the window at the high buildings in haze.

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An airplane just landed at the A City airport braving the hazy skies.

Wing and Weston got off the plane and entered a VIP passage to get to the airport. Wing was looking around with her suitcase in hand when she saw a man reading the paper, sitting by the window of the VIP room.

Wing and Weston looked at one another with smiles on their faces as they headed towards him.

"Brian,"

Wing called his name lightly. As she walked, her silky straight hair floated gracefully.

Putting the newspaper aside, Brian looked at Wing, with a faint smile on his thin lips. Tony took Wing and Weston's luggage as they all made their way to leave the airport and get going.

Tony sent their luggage to the hotel, while Brian drove Wing and Weston to the mansion of Mr. Song.

Before they arrived at the mansion, the sky turned dark, and soon the rain fell too.

"Brian, where's Molly?" Wing asked, scanning Brian with her bright eyes. He wasn't able to conceal his sadness from her despite the rigid look on his face.

"She's working," he answered flatly.

Weston glanced at Brian, who was driving. Then he winked Wing before asking, "Brian, I heard Spark opened a cake shop in A City. Is that true?"

"Hmm," Brian answered and then added coldly, "Near Molly's troupe."

His voice was detached when he spoke as if he could care less but for some reason, the atmosphere inside the car still changed.

Wing and Weston exchanged glances again because they thought that things would've changed by now.

They arrived at Mr. Song's mansion in silence. When his butler told him that Wing was coming to visit, Mr. Song practically leapt out of joy as he plodded outside the house in his walking stick. His bodyguard, who was holding an umbrella out for him, was watching closely with a concerned look on his face.

"Grandpa Song..." Wing called as she skipped towards him. She pulled him in a hug and rubbed against like a stray puppy. "I missed you so much!" she exclaimed as she scrutinized Mr. Song. "You look good! Healthy and strong!" she beamed.

"Of course!" Mr. Song said, bursting into laughter. He glanced at Brian, who was just right behind Wing then with an expression of wistfulness in his eyes. He looked at Weston and said, "So that's your husband, right?"

"Mr. Song," Weston greeted him cordially as he handed their gift to him.

"I'm so happy you came to visit but you didn't need to bother with a gift! Your presence is enough!"

"I learned from Wing you have a fascination with the Qing Dynasty. This is a set of porcelain Go made by the official kiln in Kangxi Period," Weston said earnestly, "I do hope you'll grow fond of it."

"Oh, I'm sure I will!" Mr. Song grinned from ear to ear. "I love it! Come in, come in," he said.

When they were all inside the house, Hannah walked towards them with a pot of tea in her hands before they even sat down. She greeted them and poured tea for them looking so pleasant.

"Let's try the Longjing Tea, which is from my collection," Mr. Song offered. He glanced at Wing and said, "If you like this, you can take some home."

"Well, I can't say no to that," Wing said with a smile. Her eyes lit up as she picked up her tea and smelled it-she couldn't help but nod vigorously, "Mm, it's good."

"Ha ha! Of course, this is a very special day because you're here! I'll only ever serve you the good stuff," Mr. Song chirped. He mostly chatted with Wing and said a few words every now and then to Weston but throughout the entire time, he didn't even so much as glance at Brian. Wing was already used to that-it had always been like that whenever they were both in the same room.

Hannah was sitting aside in a lovely manner, with a soft smile always on her face, which looked peaceful and clever. However, she took a look at Brian by accident once in a while. When Brian picked up the cup and drank the tea, the smile at the corners of her mouth turned deeper.

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