Chapter 331 Moving In (Part Three)


    "Oh!" Shirley was shocked, looking at Richie with her eyes wide open. She asked,"Is Molly OK?"


    Richie did not know whether he shouldugh or cry. He asked in a low voice,"Shouldn''t you be asking


    about Brian?"


    "Brian can live with a single bullet wound," Shirley said as if shepletely forgot the fact that she was


    worrying about Brian a minute earlier. She asked,"What kind of trouble did Molly get into?"


    Richie shook his head, as if he could do nothing about Shirley''s swift attitude change. He took his hand


    from her shoulder, and put it on her back, guiding her forwards, and walking with her. He said,"She has


    been trouble this whole time."


    "But your son got injured because of her." Shirley and Richie were far different people. She asked,"Has


    Brian ever been hurt thanks to a woman?"


    Richie didn''t like this at all. Instead, his heart got heavier. He knew too well what could happen when a


    man got too obsessed with a woman. And of course, there had been no political rift between him and


    Shirley, like there was between Brian and Molly. And Brian was capable of anything if he got mad


    enough.


    With these thoughts in mind, Richie frowned tightly and said slowly,"I don''t like Molly."


    Shirley didn''tment back, but simply said,"It''s enough that Brian likes her. It''s not your business.


    She can''t live her whole life with you!"


    "Her whole life?" Richie snorted as he was not optimistic about the rtionship between Brian and


    Molly. It just wasn''t that simple. And maybe in the end, they wouldn''t be willing to be together. No one


    had thought of that, either, before they started getting involved.


    Shirley was surprised to learn that Richie did not like Molly. But she did not ask why. She always had a


    firm belief in the power of love. Love could change everything, like what had been between her and


    Richie. She thought, ''No matter how long the detour you take, you are bound toe back as long you


    are connected. It''s fate.''


    *


    A city was lit by neon at night, making it a sleepless city, while the most iconic ce in the sleepless


    city was always Moonlight Street. Of course, the iconic ce on sleepless Moonlight Street was


    absolutely Grand Night Casino. Today, there was a sea of humanity in Gran Night Casino, and the


    underground parking garage was jammed with a variety of luxury cars.


    Jason was in the central control room. Tonight was the night -- the night of the huge gambling game. In


    this game, money didn''t change hands, not even chips. Instead, the stakes were the assets and group


    shares belonging to many billionaires all over the world. One game might involve hundreds of millions,


    or even several billion. Such extravagant stakes not only drew the attention of thousands of people but


    also gave the entrepreneurs the itch to merge some of thesepanies. If this game resulted in


    awesome business deals, then it would be a win-win for thesepanies.


    Tonight, the whole Super VIP Room was emptied for the game. Shane would take part in the game in


    person and serve as the croupier. With Shane as the croupier, everybody would be assured of the


    fairness, because nobody was able to cheat under his nose. He also took no crap from anyone. Under


    such a hard-nosed man, fairness was guaranteed. Of course, cheating wasn''t allowed in Grand Night


    Casino.


    Looking at the celebrities from a variety of fields, who entered the room in session, Jason activated


    his headset and spoke to the foreman at the entrance hall on the first floor,"The Super VIP Room is


    understaffed. You need toe upstairs."


    The first-floor foreman answered Jason. Then he left instructions for the sub-foreman and went upstairs


    in a hurry. He didn''t see the strange smile at the corner of the sub-foreman''s mouth which appeared at


    the moment he turned his back. It seemed like he had known the foreman would go upstairs to help


    and leave him in control of the entrance hall.


    A look of excitement and greed appeared in his eyes. He looked around the whole house, and finally,


    he set his sights on Molly. Looking at Molly, who had no family background and hade here and


    gone away for several times, this man fantasized about being rich, and wanted to be able to make it.


    He''d been dreaming about the day money would be no object.


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    Molly wasn''t even paying attention to the guy. Instead, she was quietly passing sses of wine out to


    the guests. The super high-stakes game was ted to take tonight, but it affected the Super VIP Room


    and not the first floor. In order to learn anything about the game upstairs, many guests joined a game


    and wagered a small amount, just to find out what was going on. Of course, their hopes were usually


    crushed.


    Molly was happy with the chips they gave her as a tip. She tried to keep herself too busy to think. If she


    had spare time, she''d remember what happened in the morning and think about Becky and... Brian.


    However, ying with the chips she''d just gotten, turning them over in her hands, Molly felt sad. She


    felt footloose and fancy free this morning, but in fact it was nothing but anger. When she calmed down


    and thought about it, she realized her anger was due to Brian not believing her, and everyone else


    helping Becky, framing her as the bad guy.


    Keeping this in mind, Molly smiled with bitter self-mockery. She had some empty wine sses on her


    tray. She was about to return to the bar counter and to rece them with new ones filled with wine. No


    matter how she felt, she didn''t regret deleting the photo this morning. She didn''t want to long for


    someone that wasn''t hers. It was better to end up true to yourself than to keep weeping over the photo.


    If Brian couldn''t be hers, then she needed to just face up to it. It was better to have a quick, sharp


    wound than one from a blunt instrument that it would take a long time to die from. The sharp wound


    was the easier one to heal from, right?


    While she was thinking about this, Molly was bumped into by someone. She lost her bnce, and all at


    once the sound of chips and sses falling off the tray onto the floor resounded through the casino. It


    was a harsh sound, even in the noisy hall.


    Before Molly was able to react, she heard someone yelling angrily,"You damn bitch! You''re cheating!"