Chapter 449 Support You
The bike was tearing down the wind like a bat outta hell, making the guy's shirt flap like crazy.
Then, with everyone staring in shock, the motorcycle took off, zooming from one side of the river to the other, landing smoothly on the grass and speeding away.
The bodyguards chasing behind weren't ready to give up. They figured if the prize could fly, so could they. After a quick warm-up, the lead bike made the jump, soaring into the air and then crashing down hard. The bodyguard and his bike hit the water with a massive splash. In no time, the lake swallowed them up, leaving nothing but ripples.
The other three bikers weren't about to try that stunt. They didn't even bother looking for their buddy; they just turned around to find another way across.
On the other side, the black motorcycle shot out from a small path onto the main road. After about half an hour, it finally pulled up at a small villa covered in rose vines.
The guy put one foot down to steady the bike and said, "Hang on tight."
Before Molly could even react, he scooped her off the motorcycle. She was still in shock, and it wasn't until he set her down that she started to snap out of it.
Just as she was about to say something, he didn't let her go but had her sit sideways on the bike. She used her hands to keep her balance.
The guy slowly took off her helmet, hung it on the handlebar, and then took off his own. His face was so perfect it looked almost unreal to Molly.
"Kyle," Molly said, recognizing him but still full of questions.
Kyle gave a faint smile, his face glowing in the moonlight. "Just in time," he said.
"How did you know I was there?" Molly asked, not wanting to doubt him, but it seemed too convenient.
"I went to the villa to find you," Kyle said openly.
Molly was shocked. "To find me?"
"Yeah," Kyle replied.
The light fell on Kyle's young face, giving it a soft glow.
After Molly didn't show up that night, he had gone looking for her. After a lot of searching, he finally found out she was being held at the villa by Robert.
Kyle had seen Molly come out of the villa and move around freely, so he had left quietly. Knowing Molly was busy, he tried not to bother her. He only went to the villa outside of work hours to check if she was in any danger.
Today was a lucky break, like he had a hunch. He kept thinking about her and showed up just in time.
"It's chilly out here; let's go inside," Kyle said.
Kyle naturally reached out to help her, but Molly's heart skipped a beat, and she jumped down first, saying, "Let's go."
Kyle's hands froze for a moment before he slowly pulled them back.
The door had an old-fashioned lock that needed a key. Kyle grabbed a key from under the third brick in the corner and opened the door.
It was just an ordinary old house with a courtyard, a ginkgo tree, and a pond.
This was where Molly's grandparents used to live. They had passed away early, and Robert didn't know about this place. Later, when the Koch family had the mishap, this property was sold by Harrison.
Unexpectedly, the buyer at that time was Kyle, who was only in his early twenties, working and studying to save up some money.
This was the place Kyle meant in their last contact. He turned on the courtyard lights, and it was very clean, with everything carefully maintained.
Since Molly's wound was on her arm, she took off her jacket, revealing a short-sleeved shirt underneath. Kyle checked it out and saw the wound wasn't too bad, thanks to her sturdy clothes. He applied some disinfectant and carefully bandaged it up.
Molly said, "I need a shower."
She was covered in dust and dirt from the bike fall, but her custom leather jacket had taken the brunt of it. So, apart from feeling like she'd been hit by a truck and the cut on her arm, she was mostly okay.
Kyle said, "Alright, just don't get your arm wet."
Molly headed upstairs. Her grandparents' bedroom was downstairs for convenience, and there were two bedrooms upstairs for Harrison, Leah, and little Molly.
Molly walked into her old room, feeling a wave of nostalgia hit her. The room was nicely kept, and when she opened the wardrobe, she was floored. It was packed with clothes, all with tags still on them.
The wooden door creaked. Molly turned to see Kyle leaning against the door frame, one hand in his pocket, looking tall and cool.
Seeing the surprise in her eyes, Kyle blushed a bit. He said, "I picked them up for you whenever I saw something nice on my trips."
Over time, the wardrobe had filled up.
Molly flipped through the clothes; they were all high-end brands, costing thousands, tens of thousands, even hundreds of thousands of dollars.
Kyle wasn't into designer stuff. His usual suits and shirts were from some niche young brand. Yet, he bought these for her, knowing she might never wear them. Maybe it was because he landed a good deal, or maybe it was just relief after surviving a rough patch.
Molly joked with a smile, "Mr. Scott, these clothes could fetch a good price if I'm ever broke."
High-end brand clothes always sell, let alone those with the price tags on.
Kyle laughed, "Nah, I can take care of you and Taylor with my own hands."
At that, Molly didn't repond. Kyle was never selfish; he always thought of Taylor. His genuine care for Taylor was pure.
The air grew heavy; it was a topic that made everyone quiet.
"This one." Kyle broke the silence, handing her some clothes.
Molly couldn't sleep in those fancy clothes after a shower; they were too uncomfortable. So he handed her a black T-shirt and a pair of gray sweatpants, his own.
Molly stood there for a moment, feeling a bit weird about wearing his clothes.
Kyle said, "They're new. I washed them but never wore them."
When he wasn't needed by the Scott family, he stayed here, so he kept some clothes in the downstairs room.
Hearing his explanation, Molly felt she was being a bit silly. They were just clothes, even if Kyle had worn them, it wasn't a big deal.
She took them and said, "Thanks."
Kyle handed her a bottle of medicine, saying, "Put this on your feet and elbows later."
He had noticed those areas were scraped.
"Also," Kyle paused, then handed her a document, "This is some insider trading info between the Scott family and the Perot family. It should help you out."
After that, Kyle left and closed the door.
Molly held the document, her mind racing. Even though it was illegal, Kyle's move was straight-up betraying the Scott family.
Molly suddenly felt the document in her hands was super heavy, pressing painfully on her palms. If the Scott family found out, what would happen to Kyle? She shuddered to think.
After her shower, Molly put on Kyle's clothes, which were way too big. She tied a knot on the side of the T-shirt and rolled up the pants a few times to see her ankles.
After drying her hair, she felt really thirsty, probably from the bath. She went downstairs to the kitchen to get some water. As she walked into the living room, she caught a faint, strong scent of blood.
Molly looked down and saw her jacket, the source of the smell.
She picked it up and saw dried bloodstains on the chest of the black leather jacket. The jacket was matte, so she hadn't noticed it before.
But she wasn't hurt at all.
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