Chapter 169 A Phone Call To The Heart (Part Four)


    The continuous shing lights made Molly a little nervous. Before the event, she had imagined


    something simr to Mr. Song''s birthday party, the closest event her mind could rte. But as it turned


    out, the birthday party was only a private affair and entirely different. Tonight''s party as she''d learned


    was a high profile charity event with international acim, taking the media by storm. Never in her


    wildest imagination had she thought she''d be thrown into global limelight in one night. At that, she


    became nervous.


    "Don''t be afraid, OK?" Eric did not care about the media at all. He tidied the overcoat for Molly, calmly


    took her by the hand and led her onto the steps.


    Perhaps because of the warmth of Eric''s hand or his assuring words, which Molly had heard so many


    timestely, suddenly she regained herposure. She could almost hear Aunt Shirley''s words: "Once


    you take the first step, you''ll see how different everything bes." And as she raised her head with


    new confidence, a spark ignited in her heart. She decided, she wasn''t going to waste her moments of


    joy on pain or heartache from the past.


    For security reasons, the whole hotel was booked, and all the rooms reserved for key guests who


    would take part in the concert. It was much quieter in the hotel than outside, where thousands of


    revelers and reporters flooded. A sea of humanity. In the hotel, besides the most representative media


    house in A City, only a few world famous media houses were allowed in.


    "Strange?" asked Eric with a yful wink as they got into an elevator.


    "You didn''t tell me in advance there would be so many reporters here," Molly said, unimpressed.


    "In consideration of the great influence of Wing, did I need to say that?" Eric asked her in reply.


    When Molly curled her lips and mumbled, the elevator arrived at the venue on the top floor.


    The elevator doors opened as soon as the chime came through. Molly was about to step out when Eric


    pulled her back.


    "Ah!"


    Unustomed to wearing high heels, let alone ten-centimeter stilettos, she lost bnce when Eric held


    her back. She tipped over awkwardly. She''d have fallen, were it not for Eric''s firm grip, swift action, and


    perfect bncing. She staggered for a second before copsing into his strong arms.


    Feeling slightly embarrassed, she blushed, pouted her lips, and asked,"Wasn''t that intentional?"


    "Absolutely not!" Eric exined hastily. "If we don''t go out hand-in-hand, the media outside are certain


    to make up stories tomorrow. It might not matter for you, but would ce my image on the line."


    While they were still talking, the elevator doors closed again. Molly frowned. Eric pressed open and


    then sped Molly''s hand. As they walked, he added,"The people saw us together downstairs. If they


    see us get off the elevator apart, there is no doubt we will hit the headlines with it and you can expect


    to elicit spins and mixed emotions. Of course, if you are willing to take the risk, I will apany you in


    spite of the damage!"


    "You certainly did it on purpose!" It now dawned on Molly why Eric did that. Just as Brian told her


    yesterday Eric pretended to treat her well just because she was Brian''s woman and he liked fighting


    with Brian for Brian''s possessions.


    Within, Molly began to curse. But before she could think through it, she saw two people walk out of


    another elevator.


    In a dark suit, Edgar looked official, rigorous as always. By his side was Jenifer in a rosy oblique


    shoulder fishtail dress. While Edgar looked elegant and still, Jenifer was enchanting and mysterious- a


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    Edgar only took a slight nce at Molly before turning to Eric, whom he greeted with a faint smile.


    As arrogant and unruly as Eric was, he generally knew Edgar''s background as the mayor. He also


    knew the rtionship between Edgar and Little Molly, and the auction of the wastnd. He did have


    reservations for his evaluation of Edgar.


    Both of them greeted each other seemingly warmly and then walked into the venue together. At the


    moment, Molly was walking by Eric''s side, arm in arm with him, but her mind was far away. She


    seemed aloof and uninterested. She felt like someone had suddenly twisted her heart severely, drove a


    sword through and shredded it to pieces. It hurt so bad, although she didn''t cry. And that only


    depressed her more.


    Stealing a nce at Jenifer, who was graceful yet heroic, tender yet cool, Molly involuntarily held her


    handbag harder. She forced herself to stop looking at Jenifer and tried to forget her heartache and


    pain. She stole a nce at Edgar unintentionally and realized that he was avoiding her from beginning


    to end. At the moment, a sense of loss flooded through her heart, overwhelming her with anguish. But


    still, stoically she held her head high, refraining herself from tears and acting as though she was just


    fine.


    There was a hubbub of voices in the banquet hall. People were busy toasting and talking with each


    other, with sses of wine or champagne in their hands. Everybody wore a smile that was precisely


    suitable for social contact, neither too heavy nor too light.


    With a ss in his slender fingers and another hand in the trouser pocket, Brian just stood there.


    However, he looked like a king, to whom people wanted to get close but were afraid.


    Some busybodies were trying to size up Brian, Wing, and Weston with their eyes secretly. After all,


    many people had seen Brian together with Wing at the dessert shop that day. They were surprised to


    find that Brian was alone on such an asion today.


    Tony entered the banquet hall ahead of Eric and others. He came to Brian and said in a low voice,"Mr.


    Brian Long, Aaron called just now to say he would donate ten million to Miss Long''s charity!"


    Still, Brian looked indifferent. Ten million was nothing for either him or Aaron. It was no more than an


    expression of his regard.


    Thinking of that, Brian looked to the door unintentionally and saw the two couples who were just


    walking into the banquet hall. The little glimmer of light in his eyes went out immediately.


    From where he stood, he had a panoramic view of the entire hall, but maybe people at the door could


    not see him. He, therefore, kept his eyes moving with Molly, his heart pounding, tension rising. He had


    to remind himself that he needed to keep his calm.


    Looking at the dress Molly was wearing, for a moment, Brian suddenly had an urge to tear her up.


    Instead, he chose to remain indifferent. But his indifference couldn''t extend to Eric. He despised him,


    hatred building up like steam and burnt its way out with a sneer.


    Last year, Eric had given Becky a dress as her birthday gift, which was simr to the one Molly was


    wearing, except that the dress for Becky was wine red with a ck belt.


    At the moment, his cellphone began vibrating in his pocket. He pulled the phone out, recognized the


    caller ID at once and squinted.


    By his side, Tony, taking a cue from Brian''s mood, stole a furtive peep at the phone screen out of


    instinct. The name disyed was... Becky!