Chapter 454 The Cycle of Fate (Part Two) (1/2)

Being quite a smart boy, he was obviously surprised that the stranger beside him knew his name. He didn't recognize the man who was better looking but less comfortable than his daddy.

Brian turned his head slowly towards the boy. His penetrating eyes raked the boy from head to foot. Despite his baby face, it wasn't difficult to see that Mark looked like Molly very much. Looking at the innocent face in front of him with somewhat familiar features, Brian clenched his fists. He had an indescribable impulse to tear the kid in front of him to pieces.

Perhaps it was because he sensed Brian's silent animosity that Mark suddenly stood up. He took a few steps backward out of fear, as if keeping a small distance between them could give him a sense of safety.

Seeing Mark's actions, Brian's face turned gloomy. He could see that Mark wanted to escape, which reminded him of Molly's attitude towards him.

”Are you scared of me?” Brian asked the little boy, his tone indifferent. At that moment he didn't wish to scare the boy so he treated him with indifference.

Mark's big eyes blinked. He began gesticulating then suddenly stopped. He lowered his head slowly out of self-abasement, which was partly hidden and partly visible on his face.

Looking at the boy coldly, Brian sneered and said harshly, ”If you look down upon yourself, how could you expect other people to respect you?”

Hearing the insulting words, Mark raised his head and glared at Brian angrily. He waved his small fists at Brian threateningly. Then he raised his little chin and ejected a lot of air from his nose.

Brian smiled contemptuously. Taking his eyes away from the angry boy, he said coldly. ” There is no doubt that you are Molly Xia's son!”

Mark frowned, confusion was evident on his face at the mention of his mom. However, his little face was filled with anger again at Brian's next words.

”You are the same with her, always stupidly hiding your own feeling of humbleness with anger.”

As soon as he finished saying that, Brian stood up and took one last look at Mark and said coldly, ”Take him back to the villa!”

Mark frowned, wondering who the man was addressing. Mark only saw that as soon as he finished saying that, he left him and strode back to the hotel with one of his hands in his trouser pocket. Mark was still puzzled by the remark that he didn't notice that someone had come to stand beside him. Without saying anything, the man clamped his arms, and despite Mark's protest brought him to the parking