After the incident, Morel and Marisa decided to continue with their day. They walked out of the café, this time with a new drink in each hand. The fresh air outside was soothing, erasing the remaining tension inside the café.Morel walked beside Marisa, keeping a reasonably close distance as if to ensure no more distractions would come their way. He held the glass of the drink they had just ordered back in one hand while the other was left free, ready just in case.Marisa glanced at Morel and smiled, feeling calmer with him by her side. The two of them walked in silence for a while, enjoying this simple moment. The sound of their footsteps echoed lightly in the garden, along with the sound of the drinks clinking in the glasses as they sipped.As they continued walking, Morel glanced at Marisa and broke the silence with a question, "Are you okay? That was pretty tense."Marisa turned her head, smiled softly, and nodded. "I'm fine, thank you. You were amazing earlier, Morel. I never tho

After leaving the amusement park, Morel and Marisa were now in the car, driving on the streets that were becoming deserted as the night wore on. The atmosphere inside the vehicle was cosy, accompanied only by the roar of the engine and the wind blowing softly from the slightly open windows.Morel sat in the driver's seat, moving his shoulders to stretch his tense muscles. The slight movement revealed the fatigue from the previous incident, though he tried to hide it. Sitting next to him, Marisa watched his movements closely, her eyes following every move Morel made. She could feel the tension in the air, though Morel tried not to show it."Are you exhausted from the fight?" asked Marisa in a worried tone, her voice soft yet caring. Her gaze didn't look away from Morel as if trying to read more profound than the words she was about to say.Morel looked away for a moment, then smiled slightly, a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "Of course not," he replied calmly, his voice soundi

Morel then walked over to the large wardrobe in the corner of his room, opening it quietly. Inside hung an elegant black suit that had been specially chosen for this occasion. The suit was made of a light yet strong material, ideal for the tropical atmosphere of Kordius Island while giving it an air of authority. Morel picked up the suit, feeling its smooth texture against his fingertips, before hanging it outside the closet as part of his preparations.He then went to the small table near the bed, where a black suitcase awaited him. It was filled with essentials, classified documents, advanced communication devices, and small weapons neatly stored in hidden compartments. Morel opened the briefcase, checking the contents carefully to ensure everything was in place.Doris, who had just finished another task, entered the room with Morel's ringing cell phone. "Call from the security team, sir," he said as he handed over the phone.Morel took the phone and spoke briefly with one of his te

The guest looked at Morel with a cynical gaze, full of dissatisfaction. Inwardly, he wondered why this man behaved as if he knew more than they did. There was a growing sense of annoyance that Morel seemed to be questioning something that many people at this party already thought was obvious."Why does this man feel the need to judge and doubt everything?" the guest thought that Morel's attitude was too condescending and disrespectful of established trust. "As if he has the right to determine who can truly be called the Spencer family."One of the guests, who seemed to be an important figure among them, frowned and replied impatiently, "What do you mean by that question? This is a very prestigious party. The Spencer family could not have come without certainty. Everyone here knows how important this event is."Another guest, already feeling uncomfortable, added sarcastically, "Maybe you don't understand how much this means. The Spencer family has a highly respected reputation. No way

Morel looked at Roan Spencer, who had just been introduced by Mr. Ashgado. His eyes narrowed slightly as a familiar feeling began to emerge. "Looks like I've seen him before," Morel muttered softly, more to himself. His mind whirled rapidly, trying to figure out where he knew this figure from, and in the quiet of his mind, he sensed an awkwardness that was hard to ignore. Vague memories began to emerge as if the scattered puzzle pieces were starting to reassemble. His mind jumped from one memory to another, like a red thread connecting every point in his past. Then, as if a curtain was lifted, he suddenly remembered. "Wait... he was with Ashgado a lot," he whispered, her tone this time containing a mixture of surprise and certainty. His eyes widened slightly as his consciousness began to uncover the hidden facts, realizing that Roan was not a stranger but someone who had been around Ashgado with a much different appearance.Morel vividly remembered how this man used to appear, far dif