Mr. Salvador immediately got up from his seat and left the press conference table followed by his assistant who escorted him. The journalists, who were not satisfied with Mr. Salvador's answer, flocked forward, jostling Mr. Salvador while pressing him with questions. "Wait Mr. Salvador, tell me who is involved in this case, Mr. Salvador?" "Were you threatened not to open your mouth?" "Where did you get the drugs, Mr. Salvador?" "You were acquitted of drug charges one week ago, but now you admit guilt. Did someone pressure you? Are you a victim of guilt and slander?" When he heard the question, Mr. Salvador suddenly stopped walking, followed by the reporters who were curious about his response. Amidst the crowd of reporters and camera flashes still shining on him, Mr. Salvador looked in the direction of the question. There stood a reporter in a plaid shirt and round glasses grinning slyly at him. "How could you think of such a question?" Mr. Salvador's ambiguous w
"I think their transactions are so sketchy that it's very difficult to investigate. I also ask you, Patricia, to be more selective and monitor your drug investigation team properly. "Especially since you are investigating Mr. Salvador and Mr. Ferdic this time, they are not random people. I also need evidence or clues to find out about the StarOrcxx Chemical company which from what I suspect is a factory producing narcotic powder pills," Darren said to Patricia in a firm but calm tone. "Good, I also promise to protect the female victim while undergoing treatment at the hospital and getting mental assistance from a psychiatrist," Patricia replied to Darren's suggestion. Darren replied with a nod. When he was about to leave, Patricia stopped him by asking, "Wait, Darren. Before you go tell me, who told you about the scheduled drug deal tonight?" "Orphan told me. She's probably in the police car for protection right now, she's still in shock from the abuse she received. "You m
"Well... you know, I've never done anything from the beginning. So, when I became CEO, the investors came by themselves without me bothering to look for them," Darren replied with a bit of pride to make Cloe even more trapped by his charm. "Yes, you look really great now, maybe you're greater than the conglomerate who exposed Mr. Salvador's involvement in narcotics transactions," said Cloe, without realizing that she was referring to the person in front of her now. "Who exposed that, Cloe?" asked Darren with intense eyes on Cloe. "I don't know either, I'm just guessing, maybe that person was just lucky that they managed to trap Mr. Salvador," Cloe replied. "Hahaha, yeah, maybe that guy is just lucky, but his luck is very big. It's not just luck, it's a smart brain, someone who can slip through the cracks to bring people down," Darren said with an awkward laugh. Hearing Darren's answer that seemed to know a lot, Cloe was both confused and suspicious and asked, "How can y
"Walt, take this guy down," Darren ordered while pushing the bodyguard roughly towards Walt. And of course, Walt caught him swiftly. As they arrived in the living room, Wayce, who saw the scene of the new bodyguard being led forcibly with his hands locked behind his back, immediately approached. "What's going on, Mr. Darren?" asked Wayce spontaneously. "Your new guy is a spy," Walt replied to Wayce's question to Darren, as if blaming him for not being good enough at picking people. "Huh? Are you really a spy?!" asked Wayce who immediately got angry at the bodyguard after hearing Walt's words just now. Of course, the bodyguard didn't answer Wayce's question, instead he continued to try to escape from the rope that was being wrapped around his body by Walt. Until Darren intervened to explain the chronology of events to Wayce. "Actually, I've been jealous of him since I first saw him. The way he occasionally looked down like someone trying not to be recognized and the way he lo
Instantly Charlotte's sly smile faded away slowly. Charlotte was dumbfounded by the video on the big screen that all the VVIP guests in this room were watching. Charlotte was perfectly still, his expression one of panic. So did Dianna, Cloe, Jack. and his two sons who sat together in a row with him. "It looks like we're going to have to go through the files on the Corpa Millar Group. That's the closest we can come to ruining their reputation." The atmosphere in the room became rather lively as the VVIP guests whispered to each other. They were all shocked, confused, and at the same time didn't expect Charlotte to be planning to betray Corpa Miller Group behind him back. "Oh, my gosh! I don't know what this video is, what's going on? What should we do?" Darren pretended to panic in front of the microphone. Secretly, Darren noticed the panic on the Johnson family members' faces. Darren struggled to contain his satisfied smile on stage. "Hey, show technicians! You guys need to fix
Graceful and sexy seems to be enough to describe Cloe's appearance tonight. Darren stepped closer to Cloe and stopped beside the empty chair in front of Cloe. "Hi, Cloe. I'm sorry you had to wait so long." Darren's apology started their conversation. "It's okeyy. It's only natural that the CEO is so busy," Cloe said in a teasing tone to Darren. "It could be you, Cloe. How are you doing, is your father well?" Darren tried to change the subject. "I'm doing well. I'm healthy too, since I got out of prison, I haven't gone anywhere. Maybe next week he can go to the office like usual," Cloe explained. Darren just nodded his understanding in response. "How are you?" Cleo continued with a warm smile. She propped up her chin, looking at Darren intensely. "Oh, thank goodness. As you can see, I'm fine," Darren replied briefly. "By the way, don't you remember this place, Darren?" asked Cloe. Hearing Cloe's question, Darren looked around carefully, remembering this place that seemed very
Darren leaned his back against the back of the chair and looked at Cloe intensely. His arms were crossed in front of his chest. "I didn't expect to make you uncomfortable because I know your cheating strategy," Darren replied. The more Darren said, the more Cloe looked awkward in her seat. On the other hand Cloe seemed to be desperately trying to avoid eye contact with Darren's gaze. "If you really need me that much, you shouldn't be like this," Darren replied while holding his wine glass, then raised it slightly. Cloe replied, "I don't know what you mean." "Just tell me, what benefits will you give me? Or put it this way, I'll make you an offer. If you refuse, then there is no deal between us." Hearing Darren's words made Cloe avert her eyes. Her eyes immediately sparkled with enthusiasm and excitement. She looked at Darren with a gaze that seemed full of hope. "What deal are you going to offer, Darren?" "About Mrs. Jane and Mr. Giordan. You know them, right?" asked Darren.
"What was Mr. Charlotte's reaction?" "Of course he didn't accept my refusal. Our relationship began to fall apart, there were many disagreements and so on," Mr. Matthew told Darren. "So, what about the fictitious project? Is it still being run by Mr. Charlotte?" asked Darren who was getting curious. "I don't know, I don't have much information either. But, once my informant told me that the project ended up costing the financial manager, Mr. Robert. I heard that Mr. Robert is still in jail until now," said Mr. Matthew as he sipped the cup of coffee in front of him casually. There was no fear or worry on his face as he told Darren all these things. Perhaps it was enough to explain that Mr. Matthew was not really involved in the embezzlement of funds and fictitious projects that Mr. Charlotte did. However, it made Darren want to dig deeper. "Emm, does that mean there are other people behind the case, Mr. Matthew?" Darren threw another question to extract information. "Of co
"What do you mean Mr. Rudolf?" Darren replied by asking Mr. Rudolf back. "Who are you?" asked Mr. Rudolf as if he was interrogating Darren. "Do I have to introduce myself? You seem to know who I am," replied Darren in a casual tone. "What is your purpose in accepting Mr. Charlotte's offer to join us? Why would a member of the Miler Family, who is famous for never doing dirty business, want to join us?" Mr. Rudolf asked Darren. "I just want to learn from those of you who have experience in this field," Darren replied innocently. "Honestly, tell us your real purpose for joining us," Mr. Rudolf urged Darren to tell the truth. "I really want to learn with you how to do dirty business in a smooth and neat way. Sooner or later I'll need those skills too, right?" Darren replied still trying to show his innocence. Seeing Darren and Mr. Rudolf arguing, Mr. Charlotte could not stand it and immediately intervened to break them up. "Already Mr. Rudolf, don't argue about somethi
Darren, still with a serious, thoughtful look on his face, continued, "I don't think Mr. Handrick would trust me that easily. Even if I said that Mr. Albern would betray him-" "He'd be more likely to believe that you were the reason he couldn't save Mr. Salvador, and Mr. Salvador killed himself?" interrupted Walt who interjected his words. Darren snapped his fingers as he nodded his head. "Yup! I need very valid evidence for Mr. Handrick to believe me. Do you have anything that shows Mr. Charlotte left with Mr. Albern?" Darren asked. "Ah, I just remembered!" Walt said. After that Darren waited for Walt to let go of the camera hanging around his neck. Darren's eyebrows shot up as Walt looked for something on the camera. "I actually took pictures of Mr. Charlotte and Mr. Albern's arrival," Walt said. "Hey, did you bring that camera with you when you did the reconnaissance on Mr. Charlotte?" Darren asked rather frantically. Walt briefly stopped his movement and move
"How dare you treat me roughly like that?!" Cloe rebuked, her voice almost shouting. Without caring about Cloe, Jack turned his gaze back to Darren. "Hey, I don't care what business you have with Cloe, but you shouldn't have come into our lives!" "I didn't come into your life, Jack. It was you... you who made me come to you again!" Darren emphasized. Because he was already annoyed, Jack suddenly growled harshly. Jack immediately punched Darren without a signal. So that Darren's body was thrown to the side. "Mr. Darren!" Walt exclaimed worriedly. Meanwhile, Jack spontaneously moved backwards due to the pressure of his energy when he punched Darren. Jack was breathing heavily. For a few seconds, he just stared at Darren. "Mr. Darren. Are you hurt?" asked Walt as he crouched beside Darren. Darren raised his palms to signal that he was fine. Even so, his head felt dizzy. He was shocked by Jack's sudden fist attack. "Ah, bastard," Darren grumbled. "He's so strong. Is he human
"What do you see, Mr. Darren?" From the side, Walt came over and asked. Darren immediately pointed to the part of the palm dust imprint he had witnessed. He asked Walt and Wayce to pay intense attention as well. "Do you know why someone would stick their palm to the glass of a car door?" Darren asked. Walt and Wayce were still silent, watching the part that Darren had pointed out. For a split second, they felt that this imprint, which at first glance looked like someone's palm, was very strange. How could not? Darren watched Walt and Wayce with a look that was both confused and curious. Darren wanted to know how Walt and Wayce would react. "Who did this?" asked Wayce. "If there's a palm print, all I know is that the person was trying to open the car door. Or he was tapping on the glass so he could call for help." "Asking for help?" asked Darren, who looked at Wayce in confusion. He silently wondered what she meant. Wayce immediately nodded her head. "You know, Mr. Darre
Darren's gaze returned to Mr. Miller. With an expression that was already starting to get dizzy, he flinched for a moment. "I'll take care of Jack so he doesn't send threats to our family," Darren said. "I'm warning you again, be careful dealing with the Walter Family, Darren!" shouted Mr. Miller as Darren walked away. After getting out of the argument with Mr. Miller, Daren immediately prepared to meet Jack who had dared to threaten his father. That very morning, Daren went to Jack's company. After arriving, Daren immediately broke into Jack's room and was detained by Jack's secretary, but to no avail. Daren managed to get into Jack's room and immediately vented his anger by pounding on Jack's desk. Jack was surprised but still looked at Darren calmly. Although in fact Jack was also annoyed at Darren's actions "Can you knock on the door? I'm not even sure you have permission to enter my room," Jack said. "What do you mean sending my father such a threatening message!
"There were no threats made to me by Mr. Charlotte. The withdrawal of the charges is purely from my own initiative, given that Mr. Charlotte has admitted his actions." A calm, thoughtful, and charming answer. Yes, Darren, always has a wise answer to any question regardless of the situation. "Aren't the companies Corpa Miller Group and The G&K Johnson Group business rivals?" "Competition in the business world is unavoidable, so I try to think more rationally in taking action and not easily get emotional just because of trivial issues," Darren answered which also became his closing statement. According to him, the three questions were enough to answer and provide sufficient information. Darren then signaled Walt to open the way and took him away from the press conference room. Suddenly Darren's departure from the stage made the journalists excited because they were not satisfied with the answers given by Darren. They then crowded towards Darren who was walking away from the
"System turn on," Darren muttered in a very low voice as he walked down the hallway. [SYSTEM ACTIVATED!] [SYNCHRONIZATION... 15% 25% 44% 56%...] Darren had just gotten information from the receptionist that Cloe was in the restaurant's VVIP room. He had also gotten a message from Cloe asking him to come directly to the VVIP room. To be honest, Darren's heart was already racing. He imagined what he would talk about with Cloe later. "Mr. Darren, you must be on your guard in case Mrs. Cloe has a plan to trap you," said Walt who walked beside Darren. Darren was somewhat snapped out of his reverie. He nodded his head. "All right, Walt. You just relax, I can guard against Cloe's devious plans," Darren said with a reassuring smile. [SYNCHRONIZATION COMPLETE!] [WHAT DO YOU NEED, DARREN?] "Protection protection," Darren replied quietly. "Connect the connection with the robotic device named Hellen." [REQUEST ACCEPTED!] [THE SYSTEM PROCESSES THE CONNECTION WITH THE ROBOT
"You were acquitted of drug charges one week ago, but now you admit guilt. Did someone pressure you? Are you a victim of guilt and slander?" When he heard the question, Mr. Salvador suddenly stopped walking, followed by the reporters who were curious about his response. Amidst the crowd of reporters and camera flashes still shining on him, Mr. Salvador looked in the direction of the question. There stood a reporter in a plaid shirt and round glasses grinning slyly at him. "How could you think of such a question?" Mr. Salvador's ambiguous words instantly made the other journalists feel compelled to listen. "What do you mean by that, Mr. Salvador?" urged one of the other reporters to give a more detailed explanation. However, Mr. Salvador preferred to remain silent. Just as he was about to resume his stalled walk, someone shouted his name in the middle of the crowd. "Salvador!" Suddenly, what had been a crowded room fell silent. Everyone in the room fell silent, inc
"Orphan told me. She's probably in the police car for protection right now, she's still in shock from the abuse she received. "You might as well help me protect Orphan, especially from the media. Don't let the media know that it was the drug cartel's henchmen who leaked the information, because it could derail my plan," Darren said. After talking at length with Patricia, Darren immediately approached Walt who was waiting for him in the car. During the trip, Darren, who sat in the passenger seat, closed his eyes as if he was replenishing his energy that had been a little drained all day. However, not long after his cell phone rang, displaying the name Mr. Charlotte, Darren picked it up. "Hello?" Darren's voice opened the conversation. "Hello, Darren. Where are you?" asked Mr. Charlotte matter-of-factly. "On my way home, Mr. Charlotte. What's going on?" Darren replied matter-of-factly, he was indeed on his way to the mansion. "Before you go home, can you join the meeting with