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
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 ROBOTIC DEVICE...] [DEVICE NAME: HELLEN] "What do you mean, Mr. Darren?" asked Walt who was standing beside him. Darren immediately gasped in surprise that Walt had heard him. He was a bit awkward, but then smiled sweetly and shook his head. "I was just talking to Hellen," I said, glancing at Hellen, my personal robot assistant. Hell
"I couldn't have bribed anyone. You know, I am powerful, but my movements are very limited here," Mr. Charlotte continued."Ah, if it wasn't at your behest, I'd be reluctant to agree to their request. I'm actually interested in freeing you and getting a lot of investment," Darren said.Behind his calm expression, Darren actually deliberately wanted to see how Mr. Charlotte would react. What he said was just a provocation.As Darren expected, Mr. Charlotte's face changed like someone who changed his mind. Mr. Charlotte slowly straightened his sitting position with an intense look at Darren."What did you just say?" asked Mr. Charlotte, then leaned his sitting position to Darren."Do you want to agree to their request to release me?" Mr. Charlotte asked more seriously."Of course," Darren replied. He realized Mr. Charlotte was starting to get provoked."Ah..." Mr. Charlotte muttered at length while tapping his index finger rapidly.Darren watched Mr. Charlotte who was considering someth
Darren's family was also quite surprised by Darren's unpredictable actions, until Mr. Miller said, "Darren, what did Mr. Charlotte give you, that you agreed to release him from prison?" Darren was silent, he just smiled slightly and left the living room and his father's question just like that. He deliberately did not tell his father about this release, because surely Mr. Miller would oppose it. Arriving at his room, Darren found his cell phone lying on his bedside table ringing. Darren went over to it, and it turned out to be a phone call from Cloe. Darren picked it up, "Hello?" "Hello, Darren, it's Cloe," Cloe said in a soft tone. "Yes, what's wrong Cloe?" asked Darren in a calm voice, actually Darren knew the reason Cloe was calling him now. "Umm, it's okay, I just want to say thank you to you, for helping to free my father from prison," replied Cloe who was heard while pulling a chair and looking for a comfortable position to talk to Darren over the phone. "Oh, you're welco
Darren didn't answer Cloe's question, of course he couldn't tell her about Mr. Handrick who had abused Mr. Salvador from a young age. Darren instead asked a question that alluded to the incident a bit by saying, "Em Cloe, have you ever heard of any of the underclass being involved in domestic violence?" Hearing that Cloe seemed confused about what to answer. But Cloe asked Darren back. "Why would you ask something like that, Darren?" Darren was silent and didn't want to speak up again. Perhaps he was too quick to ask that question so Cloe didn't want to give him much information. "I hope you don't get involved with any scandals to ruin your reputation, Darren. I want to see you and your company succeed and be able to achieve all your dreams that have been there since we got married," said Cloe who again showed her concern for Darren, to the point of mentioning his dreams. From there Darren felt there was an opening to make Cloe even more enamored with him. "It's ac
"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
"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
"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