Daniel was silent, he held the phone but did nothing, his eyes moved with an indistinct gaze, glancing at his son who lay there holding the pain in his arm and other parts that also looked injured. He was furious, he was angry, but contacting Mr. Charles on this matter, he wasn't sure it was the right thing to do. He was worried he would instead receive an answer that surprised him.Smith saw the oria just staring doubtfully. "If you can't do that, then let me call him directly so you can talk to him." He took out his phone and connected a video phone call to Charles.The sound of the phone ringing was the background of the silence in that place. None of them spoke, each waiting with their own feelings and thoughts."Hello, Mr. Charles." Smith broke the silence as the tone disappeared and Charles' face appeared on the screen.The man who appeared on the phone screen with his usual appearance smiled at Smith. "Yes, Mr. Smith. How can I help you?" He had absolutely no idea about what w

Edmund was currently still in his room, trying to move his hand repeatedly but his hand muscles were not responding at all. Prayer kept trying and trying until he felt frustrated. "Ah, shit, why is it so hard?!" He tried to grasp and move the drinking glass that was on the small table beside his hospital gurney.But no matter how hard he tried to move his muscles, even his fingers refused to do what his brain told them to do. The glass fell from his failing hand and shattered on the floor, with splinters scattered everywhere."Ah, asshole!" he cursed loudly in annoyance, his chest moving up and down with emotion, as well as his gaze, which seemed sharp and full of hatred. His memory returned to the moment when Richard had broken his hand and pretended to be in front of her. "You damn man! What has he done to me? I can't move my arm at all... argh!" Je screamed hysterically, walking around his bed while bent over, venting his emotions.His eyes reddened, his emotions overflowing with m

Smith scanned the group of men's faces and was ready to turn his body towards them. "Let me face the master," he said. Hearing how Smith called Richard made Dave stare frantically at his situation. He didn't expect to find a figure he recognized while taking down his target. This was beyond his prediction."Mr. Smith?" He muttered the name softly, with barely a sound coming out.Dave's memories of the man returned to when he first met Smith. Smith had been at odds with him over a job he was doing at one of the places. He remembered well that day he challenged Smith, who looked like a normal guy with neat clothes and organized language. Dave thought that two was not a problem. Confronting an office boy who only worked at a typewriter and a stack of files certainly wouldn't take long. He would have him in a matter of minutes.But his expectations were nil. His estimation wasn't right at all, not even close. Smith astounded her with how neatly he handled the situation. Especially when S

"You're back?" who was in the living room of the primary residence looked at him.Richard nodded at her politely and immediately approached. "Yes. I just got back, father." He then sat there with his father.Throwing a proud smile at him. "I'm glad for what you've accomplished. Now, you've given me even more confidence in you. You proved that you are a member of the Marrison family worthy of that great name. You have not disappointed me." He spoke with passion. Ever since he became a teenager Richard had rarely disappointed his father, he did his best to prove himself, learning everything based on the responsibility that would later be imposed on him. Richard has a high awareness of that, along with that, he is also trying to forget his trauma which to this day still makes his emotions unstable.But it can be said that Richard has been better than before, since the events of that day in front of the pizza truck food shop, he has been able to overcome his emotions a little, because wh

From a close distance, Richard noticed the hotel building he would be visiting today. His eyes were busy examining its external appearance, which looked towering and quite futuristic. "They did well." He complimented the design of the building, which was quite different from most other models.He then stopped the sedan he was driving. The Bently flying spur was parked in front of the building's entrance and stole the show for its eye-catching customization, stunning colours, and details. A man in uniform stood by and opened Richard's car door. As Richard got out, he gave the valet his car keys and left.Richard entered the building while circulating his gaze calmly, paying attention to the entire building, whose inner appearance was no less impressive than the outer design. Most places that carry the concept of luxury usually show a classic Royal style, but this place was able to show something new. Even though it carries a modern concept, the place does not look complicated at all, w