"How could you do this to me, Anna?" Morel stared at the woman he had been in love with for the past three months in disbelief.The woman seemed to take off her clothes, they briefly kissed before entering the room, and Morel saw it. Morel was stunned for a while until he finally banged on their door.Anna looked a bit surprised for a moment, then afterward, she leaned closer to Robert, the stranger Morel didn't recognize, and then she deliberately kissed him on the cheek.Morel's eyes opened wide. He was not mistaken. Anna did cheat on him."Anna, what are you doing?" Morel tried to pull Anna's hand away, but she pushed him away.Anna looked at Morel with her eyebrows twitching in distaste. "Don't touch me." She gave Morel a strange look. "Of course, I can do it because I feel bored with you."Morel stared at the woman uncomprehendingly. What made Anna feel bored? For three months, their relationship was delicate. There was no problem, so suddenly Anna said she was bored. That didn't

"Come with me, sir." Doris led Morel to the deeper part of the room. Behind him, Morel followed Doris while looking at the antique and old-looking room.The room seemed to have not been visited for a long time, as the place was almost filled with items covered by white cloth. They then stopped in front of a wall covered by a large white cloth. Morel looked at the wall and then turned to Doris.Doris opened it, and a portrait of a young-looking woman appeared. The woman had beautiful and shady eyes. She smiled slightly as if looking at him and greeting him. Morel's face stared at the portrait of the woman in distress. His hand moved hesitantly to touch the picture of the woman. Then he felt his head suddenly throbbing. He remembered something vaguely after seeing the portrait.Morel touched the portrait with his hand, then rubbed the face with a deep look. "I seem to recognize this woman." Morel's voice sounded soft, his eyes looking intently at the portrait.Doris had a grim face. He

"I'm staying inside." Morel insisted calmly, getting out of his car as he realized the situation would not be resolved immediately.The officer who had guarded the entrance of the elite neighborhood for many years stared at Morel's face intently, trying hard to remember his face. "I don't recognize you as one of the people who live there." He was sure about that, his hand pointing towards the inside of the housing estate. "I recognize all the house residents in this place, and I've never seen you. "Even if you claim to be a guest, I'm sure it's not true because there's no confirmation from any of the residents that any of their guests are coming."He didn't want to risk his job, especially even though he was driving a luxury car, but Morel's appearance was very ordinary for someone who could live in that place. He doubted that what Morel said was the truth."Yes, I understand. It's only natural that you don't recognize me since I moved in yesterday afternoon." He explained to them.Th

"Blackmailing you?" Bob, the manager of the place, frowned at Morel in astonishment. "What do you have, huh? You think you have something to blackmail?" they approached him and spoke in a challenging tone.Morel replied to the way they stared flatly. He knew they were not people to talk to, but he just wanted to finish what he had started. He didn't want to be considered irresponsible or suddenly disappear.But those arrogant people did not appreciate his goodwill to end their working relationship on good terms. "You should be grateful that I didn't report you to the police for theft," Bob exclaimed harshly at Morel.Morel tried to act calmly, even though their words made little sense. "I didn't steal anything." He asserted that calmly, he couldn't steal such a trivial item. It was hardly even valuable for him.Bob looked at him sarcastically. "Carrying things without permission means you're stealing. Are you so stupid that you don't know that?" he shouted in front of Morel, his gaze

"How dare you falsely accuse me!"After that, Bob turned his face towards Mr. Francis. Instantly, the angry hue on his face turned into a hopeful expression. "That's not true, Mr. Francis. As you know, I have worked hard for this company, making this business flourish. Our customers often praise our performance. Don't believe in the words of that liar," Bob said with confidence, trying hard to strengthen his position.Meanwhile, Alan and Rick could only stand silently in the corner of the room, occasionally exchanging glances and nodding in agreement with what Bob said. As ordinary employees, they felt they had neither the courage nor the authority to speak directly to Mr. Francis. The shadow of tension and respect for the company owner made them reluctant to speak up. They have long trusted and depended on Bob, the manager. With hearts pounding, they hoped that Bob's words could convince Mr. Francis and save them all from the increasingly heated situation.Morel silently listened to Bo