The CEO's Mischievous Little Bride by Whispering Willow

Chapter 338 Playing the Gwith Shawn's Account

A group of people walked into the villa, and Alan, as gentle as ever, went to show off. "I have a swimming coach

certificate. If you trustand want to swim, | can join you." Molly, trying to compare, said, "Sebastian not only

has a swimming coach certificate but also a lifeguard certificate."

She was hinting that Alan still wasn't as good as Sebastian.

Alan nodded with a smile. "Alright, Sebastian's the best."

"Of course, Sebastian's a police officer," Molly said proudly.

Alan noticed that Sebastian was the person Molly admired the most. She only talked more when Sebastian was

mentioned. He got even more curious about Sebastian.

He took Molly to the billiard room and asked, "Do you know how to play?"

Molly replied, "Sebastian taught me, but I'm not very good. After accidentally hurting Randall, | didn't dare to

play again."

Alan then took Molly to the wine room, private cinema, and gaming room. Finally, he opened the bedroom on the

third floor. "This is the master bedroom. If you're tired, you can rest here." Molly frowned immediately. "Aren't |

going htonight?"

Alan smiled and reassured her, "If you want to go home, I'll take you back. They are used to staying up all night

and will probably stay here tonight, so | found a place with many guest rooms. | reserved this best main bedroom

just for you." Molly glanced at him and nodded. "Thank you, Alan, but you are the host today. You should keep

the master bedroom. If I'm tired, I'll go home."

Alan saw her distancing herself and smiled gentlemanly. "Alright."

The servants had already prepared various foods and placed them on the table. Molly glanced at the people

attending the party and roughly estimated there were about fifteen or sixteen.

Clara, standing nearby, intentionally tried to match the two. "Mr. Miller, we haven't seen you introduce each

room to us like this. It seems Molly is special to you."

Molly smiled playfully. "Looks like Clara is jealous. If you fancy Alan, just tellsecretly, and I'll help you. | wish

you both a happy marriage soon."

Upon hearing this, everyone around started laughing, "Clara, do you have a crush on Mr. Miller?"

Alan's face showed a hint of embarrassment. "Don't joke around. Clara and | have nothing going on."

Clara quickly explained, "Don't listen to Molly's nonsense. Mr. Miller and | just met."

Molly retorted to Clara, showing she didn't like the joke. The people around were smart and didn't make such

jokes anymore.

Everyone there knew how to have fun. After eating, a group of people grabbed bottles of wine. Splayed

board games, splayed billiards, and others went to the gaming room.

It was Molly's first tattending, so she spoke little. But whenever people played something, she could chin

a few words.

Someone asked, "Molly, do you play games?"

Molly, being modest with new acquaintances, said, "Just a bit."

Someone took it seriously and enthusiastically invited her, "No worries, | can teach you."

Alan also encouraged Molly to join. Molly glanced at the geveryone was playing and their levels. The

highest was only level 47, while her level 80 account was a bit too much to show. "How about | use Shawn's

account?" Molly said, sitting at a computer and quickly logging in with Shawn's credentials.

Meanwhile, Sebastian chfrom work and called out, "Molly?"

No answer. He figured she was asleep, so he checked her room. Her pajamas were on the bed, but she was

nowhere to be found.

He pulled out his phone and called her.

Molly's phone rang on the corner of the table. She glanced at the caller ID but kept her focus on the game. Her

hands moved faster than anyone else in the room.

She had planned to keep her skills under wraps, but she couldn't help herself. She boosted Shawn's level from 23

to 28 and her teammate's level from 47 to 50.

"Hurry, Kennedy, heal me. My brother's calling. | need to wrap this up in five minutes," Molly said, her anxiety

accelerating her hand speed even further.

If she stopped, the opponent would wipe out her team.

Alan watched, thinking she was pretty cool.

At first, he thought Molly was just an elegant, intellectual girl. Today, he saw her gentle and agreeable side. But

now, seeing her game, he realized she had a cool side too. Molly's phone stopped ringing, then started again

with Sebastian's number.

Alan picked it up, answered, and put it to his ear. "Hello?"

Sebastian's voice turned cold. "Who are you?"

Molly's urgent voice cthrough. "Sebastian, it's me, Molly."

She finished her final push, quickly got up, grabbed her phone, and put it to her ear, trying to sound cute.

"Sebastian, are you off work?" Sebastian's temples throbbed with anger. "Where are you? Who was that guy?

What are you doing?"

Molly glanced around, then ran outside with her phone, trying to explain.

Inside, the people she had helped level up were stunned. "Molly's definitely a pro. | couldn't even see her hand

speed." Outside, Molly felt the cool breeze. It had gotten dark without her noticing.

"Sebastian, don't yell at me, or | won't acknowledge you as my brother."

"Alright, Sebastian, don't be mad. I really didn't do anything wrong. I'll send you my location."

"Sebastian, please, stop scolding me. | was just playing a game, and Alan answered my phone. I'm mad about it

too."

Molly was on the phone with Sebastian for almost half an hour. After hanging up, she went back inside, grabbed

her bag from the sofa.

"I have to go hnow. Let's play together next time," she told everyone.

Alan offered to take her home, but she declined. "Alan, thanks for the invite today. | had a great time."

She went outside and sat on the steps, waiting for Sebastian.

Soon, Sebastian's car arrived..

He got out, fuming. "Molly, get over here."

Molly rushed over, hugging his arm and waist to stop him from hitting her. "Sebastian, there are a lot of people

here. Scoldin the car." Sebastian angrily asked, "What tis it now?"

Molly replied, "I estimate it's seven o'clock. The actual tis ten."

Sebastian fumed. "If | hadn't called, were you not planning to chtonight?"

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