Love Began with the First Meeting

Chapter 570 Sometimes Disappointment Could Turn Into Happiness (Part One)

Sometimes, disappointment could also result in happiness. People were often disappointed when their expectations were not satisfied. There were expectations when two people were in love. In this case, as painful as the experience was, the disappointment still brought a certain kind of happiness.

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QY Island was very pleasant in the morning when the gentle sea breeze blended with the moisture that was slightly salty, and the heavy fragrance of grass and flowers. It made you forget the city noise that could often be bothersome.

Hanson sat on a wooden chair, casually swinging his legs from side to side. A pair of sunglasses covered his evil eyes so people couldn't see through him. His lips were slightly pursed. At first sight, Hanson didn't appear handsome, but he was of a unique temperament that few people could ignore.

"Sir, your juice and sandwich. Enjoy your breakfast," a waiter said as he placed the order on a white carved wooden table.

Hanson threw a tip to the waiter and dismissed him. Hanson sat up straighter in his chair, then started to gulp down his breakfast in a manner far from elegant. His uncouth manners disappointed the women in the restaurant, who were eyeing him dreamily. They sighed deeply, thinking that not all men having breakfast in the open air restaurant with the view of the sea were perfect. They were probably just nouveau rich!

But Hanson couldn't care less what these women thought about him. He was far different from the steady and calm person who sat at the gambling table and faced Brian. He gobbled up the entire sandwich and took a big gulp of the juice. Meanwhile, Brian kept his poker face with not even his eyelids stirring, when he saw Hanson. Molly's mouth dropped open a little as she tried to reconcile the man she was looking at now with the man who strutted proudly at the gambling table.

Grasping Molly's hand, he pulled her with him as they approached Hanson's table and occupied the table next to his. Brian politely ordered breakfast and then closed his eyes to listen to the morning which provided unique comfort.

He thought Brian would say hello to him, but Hanson was disappointed when all he did was pass by his table.

The thoughtless and arrogant behavior enraged him that he nearly fumed. Hanson was a street kid before becoming an apprentice to the God of Gamblers. Endowed with unusual intelligence, he earned the admiration of the God of Gamblers. From that time on, people gave him preferential treatment out of courtesy or thoughtfulness.

"Bri..." Molly said hesitantly. She peered at Hanson in the next table then turned to Brian. "Hanson has been staring at us. Should we say hello to him?" she asked, Uneasy, Molly waited for Brian's response.

The events of the previous night healed Molly. It made her change her mind. Molly decided she would try being with Brian, doing it either for Mark or for herself. But she had to give him and herself a chance.

Arrogantly, Brian said, "Have you ever seen a boss greeting a subordinate before the subordinate greets the boss?" His tone was icy yet loud enough to be overheard in the next table.

Brian's response completely dumbfounded Molly. Then she remembered the high-stakes game they played last night and fell silent.

As he was gulping down the juice when Brian spoke, Hanson nearly spewed the liquid onto the table. He gnashed his teeth but had no choice except admit that because he lost the bet, he was obliged to take orders from Brian before the time he won his freedom back.

Shortly after, the waiter arrived with Brian and Molly's breakfast. They started eating. No matter what he did, Brian always acted with finesse, and this was what made him so strange. He might look like the devil, but he always conducted himself graciously like a fine gentleman from a noble clan.

Molly threw furtive glances at Hanson while they ate. She wondered when the man would swallow his pride and sincerely work for Brian.

Unexpectedly, Hanson cleared his throat, which made Molly turn to him. He finally lost his cool and broke the ice by saying, "Mr. Brian Long, are we wasting too much time?"

One eyebrow raised, Brian replied, "No, I don't think so." Calmly, he raised his glass and took a sip of milk.

Rolling his eyes, Hanson complained, "Come on, Mr. Brian Long. I'm here to help you."

"Oh, are you?" Brian mocked him. Poker face still in place, Brian continued, "Are you really here to help me, or are you just waiting for a chance to deal with Chester?" **

Pursing his lips, Hanson blew out a breath and conceded, "Yeah, I want to prove something to Chester. But you can't deny that I can be of help to you, too." Slightly annoyed, Hanson added, "I won't deal with him just yet."

Imperiously, Brian answered, "No one can provide you with the highest platform, the most powerful background, and make you and your master free from unnecessary misfortunes, except me. So you have no other choice!" He looked unconcerned when he uttered the words as if he was speaking of something ordinary.

As she stared at Brian, Molly became lost in thought. He was right. Brian was born to control everything and everyone around him. It seemed that there was nothing outside of his authority.

Even Hanson was taken aback by his words. He didn't expect Brian to be immediately aware of his intentions. Embarrassed, he asked, "Why did you agree to the bet?"

Passing Molly the remains of his ham, Brian replied, "Wasn't it your intention to draw my attention when you caused a stir at the Grand Night Casino?"

"Are there so many people who play such tricks at Grand Night Casino?" Hanson asked.

"Yes!" Brian snapped. He cut bread for Molly as he continued to speak, "Chester just returned to QY Island from Las Vegas."

"So what?" Hanson retorted.

Nodding to Molly to indicate that she should eat more, Brian replied. "Nothing. But I have to tell you that I know something about the God of Gamblers." Brian tilted his head to the right to be able to see Hanson.

Hanson pressed his lips again, but made no comment. Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

Turning his head away from Hanson, Brian tenderly wiped the bread crumbs from Molly's mouth with a napkin before saying, "A common gambler is unable to gather so many rich men and then set such a rule only with roulette."

Snorting loudly, Hanson asked arrogantly, "Did you never think of losing when you learned who I was?"

"Lose? To you?" Brian scoffed. His mouth twisted slightly into a sneer. Confidently, Brian said, "There are very few people who can defeat me." How egotistic! But not many people would criticize or even dislike Brian because he spoke haughtily. The man had earned the right to be arrogant. "Compared to other games, it is more tricky to manipulate roulette," Brian explained.

Hanson, too, had pride. He was reluctant to demean himself by playing tricks when his opponent knew little about gambling, so he chose roulette. He was sure of winning, but unfortunately, things didn't turn out as expected. Hanson had no idea Brian was good at double-hit trick.

"You could have won five games. Why did you let me win?" Hanson asked.

Equally confused as Hanson was Molly. She raised her eyes and was about to ask Brian when he smiled at her, so she kept quiet. Delighted with Hanson's question, he replied, "It would have been hard to make you gamble with yourself and work for me voluntarily if I won all the games, right?"

Hanson was stunned. His beautiful eyes flashed with anger. The man hummed to calm down. The truth was, he figured out Brian's strategy the moment he lost. He had to admit Brian was brilliant. He could not have won if Brian didn't allow him to win. * Figuring out how he lost was one thing. Hearing it verified by Brian is another. And Hanson didn't like it one bit.

And Brian had seen through his resentment. Coldly, he said, "I can give you another chance. When you've resolved the issues between you and Chester, we can bet again. You can leave if you win. As to what the stakes will be, this will be your choice!"