Every desire does require sacrifice. It seems to be a standard formula, where one needs to sacrifice happiness to get happiness. Sacrifice money to get money. Or maybe, those who don’t want to take the risk of losing anything, might find the need to sacrifice others’ for their own gains. Squeezing other’s sweat and blood for their own pleasure. Countless people have thrown away most of their lives, only to feel the thrill of victory and the satisfaction of momentary success. It’s almost like the climax in sex. Three minutes, five minutes, or maybe you have to sweat for a matter of hours. But in the end, the pleasure of the climax is only momentary. After that, you will be exhausted, then sleep and find peace. The same anxiety is currently haunting Victor. The fact that he now has already had a lot of money makes him uneasy. It can be said that he had lost his family life and other kinds of effort to get that 2 Million dollars. And that’s what he feels now, that people might do more

Victor and Viona are now so quiet, and can't get enough thinking about Jimmy’s odd decision. The car moves so slow due to Viona who still hasn’t cleared her mind yet.After all, she doesn’t want her windshield to be broken again by a bird or whatever would come to her car.And then, Viona remembers about Victor's money that has been transferred to her bank account. After all, Victor deliberately left his car at the company, for his worry of not having enough money until the next month.That’s also why Viona was a bit startled before, when she found Victor bought three CCTV cameras. She believes those cameras were not that cheap for someone who had claimed to be broke.“Do you have enough money with you?” asks Viona.“Nope! The bank account I use for daily needs has been empty for some time. Not completely empty yet. But I can’t take money from that account anymore. What I have now is the little dollar in my pocket,” explains Victor.“And you call yourself the President of Counterbrand

It’s indeed she hadn’t met Victor for five years until Charles William appointed him as the President of Counterbrand.But five years are long enough to change someone, especially when Victor’s dad deliberately asked him to live a whole different life than what he used to have at home.“It’s been that long, huh?” Viona mumbles in her deep thoughts.“What? Are you missing home now?” asks Victor in a bit of amazement.“Nope! Well, maybe a bit,” Viona replies curtly, trying to ignore him.“Go home then!”“Hey, we are out of human resources at the company now! You are the president at the moment. At least, try to act like one,” Viona refutes in her frustration.“Oh, why don’t you find a good lawyer for me. And let me find the replacements for those executives,” Victor offers lightly.“Thanks but no, thanks. There’s no way I leave this matters to you,” Viona declines with a composed look on her face.“Well, good luck then!”“Good luck to yourself!” Viona fights back, not realizing that the

On the way to take Emma to the Morbid Motel, Lucas keeps trying to persuade Emma to go back to working at the pharmacy store owned by his family. Emma just keeps silent, not showing any interest in his offer. It’s already so clear to her that Lucas has no longer intention to take her as a wife. Or else, he wouldn’t persuade her to work anymore. At least, that’s what Emma expected from a rich man like him. “If you keep working until so late like this, it will be bad for your health. Not mentioning how your drinking habit has become so much worse recently. The pay is not that much either, compared to what you are going to get if you go back to your old job. Why don’t I take you to that pharmacy store now?” Lucas offers and he turns to her. And there Lucas finds Emma has already fallen asleep, leaning her body so low on the car seat. He can only shake his head with a long sigh, realizing he has been talking to himself so far. Not long after he is silent there driving the car without a

Victor finishes the meal with so much satisfaction. He doesn’t even hide how satisfied he is. The plate looks almost so clean, without any trace. No more pasta left, not even the trace of its tomato sauce either.After he finishes with that Pasta Grassa, Victor decides to stay there a bit longer, accompanied by Judy, and a straw of the juice tucked in his lips.“Won't your boss be mad later, taking his car with you this long?” asks Judy.“It’s okay. I’m taking the car home today,” replies Victor nonchalantly.Judy squints her eyes, seeming to get a kind of suspicion in her mind. Apparently, it’s the most common misunderstanding thought that people have about Victor.She is thinking that Victor might only be a driver for some important figure at Counterbrand. However, she keeps it to herself, not wanting to talk about it any further.After all, she believes that it’s still much better than delivering pizza for Mr. Benigno.“Is he always this busy nowadays?” Victor suddenly changes the