Chapter 206 Only Have Eyes for Each Other
In the top luxury box, the music outside was so loud it could give you a heart attack. Inside, it was eerily quiet.
In the dim light, Eric lounged in a black suit, his silk shirt collar open. A silver necklace moved with his chest as he sipped red wine, legs casually crossed. A drop of blood trickled from his mouth, which he wiped away lazily, though his eyes were cold and unapproachable.
Eric's subordinates stood in a row. He finished his wine and snapped his fingers. The bodyguards stepped aside, revealing a man tied up and beaten beyond recognition.
"Eric, I was wrong," the man pleaded, blood and saliva dripping from his shattered teeth.
"You're staining the floor," Eric said disdainfully. "Do you know how expensive this carpet is? You couldn't afford it even if I sold you."
"Eric!" The man crawled toward him, only to be kicked away.
"I've been loyal for years. Neil Clark threatened me, just asking for your whereabouts."
Neil was Eric's uncle, Jared's only brother. Jared died in a plane crash when Eric was seven, leaving him and his mother, Sophia, in a tough spot. Luckily, Jared had transferred his assets to them, keeping them safe from the rest of the family.
Now, Maurice controlled the Clark Group. Though Eric was the eldest grandson, Neil took the CEO position that should've been Jared's. Neil, who seemed devastated by Jared's death, turned out to be cunning. He pretended to care for Eric's family while secretly scheming against them. Sophia and Jessica were unaware of this, while Eric bore the pressure alone, never even telling his best friend, Edward.
"You're good at pleading," Eric said coldly. "You think being an old hand will save you? If you'll live long enough to spend your money is another story." He shattered his wine glass on the floor.
The man kept kowtowing, his head thudding on the carpet.
"Deceiving me is one thing. A big boss is bound to have traitors, which shows my success." Eric leaned forward, casting a shadow. His long eyelashes half-covered his eyes as he curled his lips. "But your mistake was not deceiving me thoroughly. Now you've ruined my mood, and your life is shorter."
"Eric, please," the man trembled, almost wetting himself.
"It's been a while since I visited Neil. I shouldn't be so impolite. Ellen," Eric called out.
From a dark corner emerged Ellen Morgan, a cold, glamorous woman in a deep V-back slit dress, Eric's frequent companion and secretary.
"Eric," Ellen greeted respectfully.
Eric's smile vanished. "Cut out this informant's tongue."
"Yes," Ellen said.
"No! Please, no!"
Ellen, expressionless, swiftly cut out the man's tongue, more efficiently than a butcher.
Eric stood up slowly, left hand in his pocket, right hand casually running through his hair. "Wrap it up and send it to Neil as a snack from me," he said.
In another box, a different scene played out. Jessica had all the cameras in the Alahle Club connected to the big screen, following Molly for their amusement. Molly, like a lost fawn, looked panicked and helpless. Jessica and her friends watched with great interest.
Seeing Molly stumble around, being harassed by drunk guests, and getting scolded, they laughed heartily, more entertained than by a comedy movie.
"This idiot! She's just like she was in middle school! Has she stopped growing?" Jessica laughed uncontrollably. "Debra, where did you hide that raggedy bear?"
Debra giggled and whispered in her ear. Jessica laughed so hard she almost fell over. "Only you could think of that! She won't find it even if she searches until dawn."
Molly had searched under every table, getting accidentally kicked by guests. Her arms and calves were bruised. She stood there, trembling and hugging herself, with people casting odd glances at her. Her mind went blank, and even breathing became difficult.
Suddenly, the lights changed, and confetti floated down. The crowd cheered, moving wildly on the dance floor.
"My bear, my bear," Molly muttered, bending down to search. Suddenly, she bumped into a warm "wall," seeing stars and feeling her nose tingle with pain. Tears splashed out.
"Sorry," Molly said, trying to escape, but the "wall" blocked her way. "I am sorry, really!"
"Molly?"
Her heart pounded. She covered her nose and slowly raised her eyes, meeting Eric's slightly tipsy, intense gaze.
"I'm not dreaming, right? Is it really you?"
Eric's eyes darkened, and he suddenly pulled Molly into his embrace. His left arm tightened around her waist, and his right hand cupped the back of her neck, shielding her against his chest. The dance floor was too chaotic, and he didn't want her to get hurt.
Molly's heart raced. She wanted to push him away but, after wandering alone all night, she finally had someone to rely on. She just wanted to hide in his arms for a moment.
'This shouldn't be happening. He's a good person, but he's Jessica's brother,' Molly thought.
The people on the dance floor were astonished to see the "King in Mugden." This face made countless men cry and women scream, especially those famous upturned eyes.
At this moment, those captivating eyes were fixed intently on Molly.
The drunken revelry seemed isolated from them. There was only each other in their eyes.
"You're here alone, in this place?" Eric asked softly.
Molly nodded, then shook her head.
"What happened? Tell me," Eric's voice was gentle.
"My bear was lost."
Molly hadn't wanted to say anything, but when he asked, she couldn't hold back her tears. "Eric, my bear is gone. It was a gift from Lily, my favorite bear."
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