Glenn watched the convoy of Roesli's cars and his henchmen leave. After he felt they were far enough, he took out his phone and called his mother. Irina promptly answered Glenn's call, the sound of an engine in the background indicating she was still on the move."Can you talk while driving, Mother? If not, I'll contact you later when you've arrived," Glenn suggested."No problem, just go ahead. I'm using hands-free," replied his mother. "Are you okay?" she asked with concern."I'm fine, Mother. But as I suspected, there's a spy in Roesli's mansion, someone cunning enough to betray us," Glenn revealed.Irina's frustrated sigh was audible. "I guess being kind is never enough, huh?" she muttered more to herself. "Anyway, Roesli intentionally wants to declare war, Mother," Glenn explained."I know, it's truly regrettable. Your father was too kind to him, not realizing he was helping a snake. Even Esteban, who raised him, could be betrayed. Ah, well, that's also why I accepted Arthur back

Glenn arrived at the mansion after making sure that his mother was not followed by Roesli. Whistling, he stepped out of his car and walked in through the connecting door that linked the garage to the main house. His steps halted when he saw Arthur—his father waiting for him with folded hands behind his back, his eyes staring sharply at Glenn."Where is your mother?" he inquired immediately. "Order her to return right now," Arthur commanded firmly.Glenn tilted his body slightly to the right and saw a man standing right behind his father, like a shadow of the man himself. It was Connor."It seems father has his own whisperer," Glenn responded lightly, playing with the keys on his fingers while staring at Connor."Glenn Smith, tell me where your mother is," his father insisted once again, not wanting to be diverted."Mother is safe, father, as long as the mole in this house doesn't leak her whereabouts," Glenn replied, maintaining his casual demeanor."You're endangering your mother, an

Sometimes, being good is not enough; people always find a reason to hate you, no matter how straight your life path is. Currently, Glenn has asked Connor to spread false information about himself to certain individuals he suspects. He wants to know which news reaches Roesli. This way, he will identify the "mole" in his mansion.Ms. Eugene is seen heading to the kitchen, preparing some high-quality frozen meat slices into a picnic basket. She received orders to quickly prepare Glenn's necessities, as he will be staying out of town for a few days."What kind of food should I prepare?" Ms. Eugene inquired carefully. She doesn't want to serve the wrong food for her young master."Anything related to meat, and some bread," replied Connor."Alright, Mr. Connor, I'll do it right away," Ms. Eugene responded before excusing herself to the kitchen.In the connecting space between the garage and the main house without CCTV, Glenn and Connor debated about who the suspicious individuals might be,

After finishing the story, Eugene bowed down; she was ready to face the consequences of her actions. Upon reflection, her loss seemed trivial compared to what the Smith family had experienced.She shook her head, feeling extremely foolish, questioning why, at an age when she should no longer be a teenager, she should fear opening up about her sexual adventures.Was it because the image she projected outwardly as a straight and virgin woman was actually false? An imaginary image she had affixed to herself so that people wouldn't know how intense she could be in bed.The vision of the leather suit and her moans in Roesli’s video recording haunted her again, and she truly felt ashamed, not wanting anyone to know.Despite everyone having a dark side, right?"So, Eugene, have you made a decision?" Arthur asked from his corner, observing Eugene grappling with her inner turmoil.Eugene looked up, not understanding the direction of her master's question. She inquired with her eyes, trying to

"So, is it true that the woman named Amber is Glenn Smith's lover?" Roesli inquired after Eugene finished her story."Yes, darl—""Master, call me by the title 'master' as well," Roesli corrected, cutting off Eugene's words.His gaze wasn't focused on Eugene; his mind was wandering, searching for the best scenario to hurt the Smith family."You, call that talkative kid," Roesli commanded one of his guards with a hand gesture.The burly guard, covered in tattoos from head to face, stepped forward and, without asking, left the room. Eugene wondered who the 'kid' Roesli was referring to. Was it the man that the young master mentioned yesterday as the disrespectful lover named Amber?Eugene speculated about what happened to the young man after they were humiliated by Smith, who had driven them away. Her curiosity was answered when the tattooed guard entered, dragging the battered and swollen-faced young man.The young man lay limp, drool dripping from his swollen lips and cheeks. Eugene w