Morel only smiled slightly at the insults from the guests. He had no intention of retaliating, instead letting their words pass by. He felt sorry for these people in his mind- they looked like fools quickly charmed by sweet words and empty promises. Morel knew they were too hasty to believe in Roan when there were so many suspicious signs that they should have been able to see.While watching Roan speaking confidently in front of the guests, Morel thought, "You're all walking into a trap, and by the time you realize it, it might be too late." However, he decided not to say anything more for now. Better to keep quiet and observe, waiting for the right moment to act.Morel remained standing among the crowd, refraining from getting further involved in a debate that would only waste his energy. He looked at the guests who were so enthusiastically listening to Roan, even though this all felt like a charade from his perspective. One of the guests, a man in an expensive suit, tapped Morel o

Roan, who had been caught, tried to resist with all his might. However, all his efforts were in vain. The two Spencer family envoys held him firmly, not giving him the slightest chance to escape. Roan shouted, cursed, and struggled, but his strength was insufficient to resist their combined strength."Hey! Let go of me!" Roan shouted angrily, though his voice was starting to sound desperate. "You guys don't know who I am! I'm part of the Spencer family! This is all a big misunderstanding! You'll regret it if you don't let me go!"Adnan just shook his head with a look full of contempt. "Stop lying, Roan Erthio. Your pretence is over. You will be punished as ordered by the head of the Spencer family."Roan panicked even more, his eyes bulging with fear. "No! You guys are wrong! I can explain everything! Just give me some time! Mr. Ashgado, he knows everything, he told me to! Please!" he cried, his voice now sounding pleading.However, no one paid any attention to her. Adnan and the mess

Doris replied in a tone of reassurance, "Yes, Master. I will secure the building immediately. No one can touch it until we finish investigating everything." His voice flowed calmly as if he was used to handling precarious situations like this.Morel sighed, feeling a little weight lifted. "I'll be waiting for you at the building, Doris. Make sure you bring your best team. Something's not right here, and I want everything checked in detail."After hanging up, Morel felt the white envelope he was still crumpling in his hands. The letter sparked anger but also confusion. Who would dare say he wasn't Spencer's family? It felt like a big game was going on, and he couldn't grasp the whole picture yet.His thoughts returned to Roan. While looking out the car window, he decided that Roan's problem must be solved immediately. Morel pressed a button on his phone, dialing Adnan.Adnan answered quickly, "Yes, Mr. Morel.""I can't come to Roan's place right now," Morel said, his voice firm but res

Marisa smiled again with conviction. "It's just a feeling. Remember that your actions are far more important than mere words on paper. What matters is what you do and how you act on your beliefs. Don't let that letter interfere with your decisions and actions that have proven good so far."Morel, starting to feel calmer, replied with a small, grateful smile. "Thank you, Marisa. Perhaps I did overthink and let little things affect my mood. I really appreciate your support."After lunch, they exited the restaurant and walked around the area leisurely. While enjoying the fresh air and sunny afternoon, Marisa pointed excitedly toward a large building that appeared to be under construction."Look at that building," Marisa said with a wide smile, directing Morel's attention towards it. "It's a big project in the works. I'm always interested in seeing how things are built from start to finish."Morel turned his head and looked at the building under construction with interest. "Yes, it looks

In his quiet yet tense office, Morel sat behind a large desk filled with documents and tools. His sharp gaze was fixed on Doris, who stood respectfully before him. The dim lighting adds to the severe and profound feel that pervades their conversation, creating a tense atmosphere. With every effort to calm his employer's nerves, Doris tried to ease the tense atmosphere with a confident demeanor. "Master, there's no need to think too far about this. I will find out who the person is who dared to disturb the master like this and disturb the tranquility that has been established. I promise to find the culprit and make sure they receive the consequences," Doris said in a confident tone, trying to give Morel a sense of calm and confidence.However, Morel's piercing gaze did not budge in the slightest. His face was filled with a tension that had clearly not been released. His exhalations showed how heavy a burden he felt. After moments of tense silence, where only the clock ticking could be