"I really don't have any money..." Darren said with resignation.
The loan shark boss slapped Darren hard on the cheek, three times. Darren's face fell, but his body was held in place by three of the loan shark's men.
"You poor, stupid man!"
Then the loan shark boss's gaze shifted to Darren's three tote bags lying on the ground. The loan shark boss pointed at Darren's three tote bags.
"Hey, open those three bags and take any valuables!" The loan shark boss gave the order.
The loan shark boss's three men nodded obediently. Without further ado, they immediately approached Darren's three tote bags. Meanwhile, the loan shark boss immediately took over Darren's body.
"You, gosh... you make me feel sorry for you with your shabby appearance now. But you're still the poor guy who ran away for two years from what he owed me!"
The loan shark boss delivered a punch to Darren's stomach. He didn't care that Darren was in pain and limply holding his stomach.
The loan shark's hand firmly gripped the underside of Darren's jaw and chin. His finger at the bottom of the jaw, the part connected to breathing, was pressed so hard.
Darren found it difficult to breathe. But he could not resist because his body was lifted by the loan shark boss in front of him.
"I don't care about the sad story of your life being used as a guarantor for debt. I only care about your money..." The loan shark boss said without pity.
Darren's mouth dropped open as the pressure of the loan shark's fingers grew stronger. It became so difficult for him to breathe that he had to look up.
"Boss! We found this amount of money!"
The loan shark boss looked away, and Darren's eyes glanced at one of the loan shark boss's men. There was a black plastic bag lifted by the loan shark boss's men.
Suddenly the loan shark boss's hand released Darren's body. He approached his men who came closer.
"Look, quite a lot of money!" The loan shark boss's men exclaimed enthusiastically. "The total is about two hundred and fifty thousand dollars!"
While Darren coughed and coughed while holding his sore throat with a limp body, the loan shark boss examined the plastic bag. The loan shark boss looked at Darren sharply.
"Hey! You said you didn't have any money, but you kept this?" the loan shark boss asked, then smiled smugly. "Oh my. This is quite a lot."
The loan shark boss laughed with his men.
"Boss! I found two diamond rings!"
Darren looked at the loan shark boss and his three men. His gaze fell on the two rings that one of the loan shark's men held out.
"Take a look, boss! Are these real diamonds?" asked the loan shark.
The loan shark's boss and two other henchmen approached. They were stunned to see the ring up close.
"Woah! This is a treasure that would be worth a lot of money!" The loan shark boss said sternly. "Hey, we found some satisfying things tonight!"
"No," Darren reflexively said when he remembered that the two rings were inherited from his parents. "I'm not giving you those two rings!"
The loan shark boss and his three men looked at Darren.
With his body staggering, Darren moved quickly towards them. Darren was about to snatch the two rings, but his hand was immediately thrown away.
The loan shark boss slapped Darren's face so hard that Darren was pushed back. The look on his face was one of anger at Darren.
"Ah, geez. I was just happy to find a treasure, but you've pissed me off again!" snapped the loan shark boss.
Suddenly, the loan shark boss stepped forward towards Darren. This time, the loan shark boss threw Darren's body against the wall so that his back hit hard.
Darren groaned in pain. But now he was determined to fight the loan shark boss and retrieve the two rings he had inherited from his parents.
Before Darren could fight back, the loan shark boss threw a powerful punch. The loan shark boss also twisted his body while delivering a kick to Darren's face.
At that moment, Darren's body hit the asphalt again. His strength was already drained. Some parts of his body that hurt felt numb and hard to move.
Darren groaned. Despite the pain, he tried to strengthen his body to get up. Unfortunately, the loan shark boss delivered three consecutive punches to his face.
"Ah! Damn, I shouldn't have wasted so much energy on this!" The loan shark boss cursed after finishing hitting Darren.
Without caring about Darren, the loan shark boss stood up.
"Come on, let's just go. Hey, you have to pay the rest of your debt! Those two rings and your money are not enough to pay the whole debt!" the loan shark boss said.
The loan shark boss and his three men walked away, leaving Darren behind.
On this sidewalk, Darren lay weak. His face was bruised in several places. Blood flowed from the wounds on his face and hands that were cut by the asphalt. His body was in agony.
Darren clenched his fists as he watched the loan shark boss and his three men leave. His emotions were raging. He was broken. He lost everything tonight.
All of his troubles attacked Darren with a vengeance.
Darren laughed sadly, laughing at his uselessness. He had nothing now.
***
"Good evening. Sorry we're closed-"
Mr. Troy's speech was interrupted when he saw Darren entering the door of his restaurant. Darren looked at Mr. Troy with a pleading look while carrying three tote bags on his body.
"Troy..." Darren called out.
Mr. Troy gritted his teeth as his gaze turned uneasy. His friendly smile simply faded away.
"Darren? When were you released from prison?" asked Mr. Troy who began to step closer to Darren.
"Mr. Troy, I really need your help tonight. I was recently released from prison after my charges were not proven true. I lost—"
Before Darren could finish his sentence, Mr. Troy grabbed him by both shoulders and looked outside the restaurant. The look in Mr. Troy's eyes was fearful as if he was being watched by someone.
"Hey, why did you come to my restaurant? Did someone see you come here?" Mr. Troy asked, his voice sounding wary.
Darren was confused. He looked behind him, where Mr. Troy seemed to be watching something.
"I came alone. Why do you look scared, Mr. Troy?" Darren asked.
"You should leave! I don't want you around at all!" Mr. Troy suddenly said while pushing Darren's body.
Darren was surprised to get such treatment by Mr. Troy. He still didn't want to leave this restaurant.
"Mr. Troy, what are you doing? I need your help tonight. My wife cheated on me and I got kicked out of the mansion after selling my house to Cloe..."
"I don't care!" Mr. Troy cut Darren off, snapping. "Darren, you're not the friend I once knew. You're an ex-con!"
Darren was dumbfounded by Mr. Troy's words. All that time, he was trying to guess what happened to Mr. Troy.
Before Darren was imprisoned, Mr. Troy was his best friend since childhood. Darren had given his money to help Mr. Troy when he was fired from his part-time deliver job. Then the money from Darren was used to build a small restaurant until it grew quite rapidly.
Unfortunately Darren could not witness the development of Mr. Troy's restaurant because he was slandered and imprisoned. Now that he has been released from prison, Mr. Troy cannot accept his arrival?
"What will people say if I'm with an ex-con like you?" asked Mr. Troy guiltlessly. "It's disgusting! I never want to be friend with people like you!"
Darren laughed unexpectedly.
"Mr. Troy... did you just kick me out? Don't you remember we're best friends?" Darren asked.
Mr. Troy laughed and grinned. "How would anyone want to be friends with an ex-con?"
"I haven't done anything wrong, Mr. Troy. It's just that tonight, I need a place to stay to rest—"
"You better get out of here!" snapped Mr. Troy as he shoved Darren out of the way.
Darren didn't have time to fight back. This time his body was pushed repeatedly by Mr. Troy until his feet were on the ground outside the restaurant.
"I'm not friendly with ex-cons like you, Darren! Just leave! The reputation of the restaurant that I've worked so hard to build will be ruined if I let you in!"
After saying that sentence, Mr. Troy closed the restaurant door firmly. Leaving a stunned Darren who was hoping for a warm welcome from Mr. Troy.
"How dare you betray me like this, Mr. Troy?" Darren muttered, clenching his fists.
"Jeez, I only have a small balance left on the card for the train," Darren muttered listlessly as he looked at his commuter line train card.Darren's steps moved along the sidewalk of the commuter line. Darren had intended to return to his parents' house in the village. Along the way, his eyes only pay attention to the commuter train card in his hand."Luckily the loan sharks didn't take the rest of my allowance that I hid in my pants," Darren muttered with a sigh of relief.Darren lifted his face as his destination train arrived. Suddenly his steps immediately rushed to get closer to the station platform.Everyone who was about to board this train seemed to be jostling. Darren repeatedly nudged the shoulders of several people around him. Soon the train stopped.The train doors opened. Passengers from inside the train came out, followed by other passengers from outside-including Darren entering the train door.Luckily, Darren still gets a seat to sit in the crowd of passengers. Darren
"Welcome to the Washington Miller Hotel, Mr. Darren. This is the Miller family hotel."Darren's eyes traveled from Walt to the luxurious view of the hotel lobby. Darren was dumbfounded. A huge hologram of a circular artificial fountain. The water fell from the ceiling like a domed basin as a centerpiece in the middle of the lobby.There are also towering trees around the fountain hologram. The hotel's design is predominantly white and gold, giving it a luxurious feel. The hotel elevator is tube-shaped, similar to the tubes in the science technology movie Darren was watching.Darren is almost speechless as he marvels at all aspects of the hotel. Several robot attendants pass by. "How luxurious." Darren commented absentmindedly.Walt replied, "Of course. The Miller family is the number one richest family in Washington. This hotel is the center of twenty-five branches spread across several American cities and other European countries."Darren spontaneously looked at Walt with a shocked
"You can rest in this Suite Luxury room for two days. After that, there will be an official introduction of you as the CEO of the Miller Family company," Walt said.Walt escorted Darren to one of the most luxurious rooms.Darren didn't have time to answer Walt's words. He was dumbfounded by the luxury of this room. As he entered, Darren saw that there was a magnificent glass window stretching wide in a semicircular basin.From just a few meters away, Darren could see the luxurious tapered buildings of Washington. Darren could also see several robots flying around."Is this real?" muttered Darren.Without caring about Walt, the curious Darren immediately stepped quickly closer to the magnificent window. After getting closer, Darren could clearly see the overpass with cars hanging down the road.There were several buildings whose roofs were made of solid concrete. In some buildings, robotic janitors flew from one glass to another.Almost all buildings have magnificent LED screens displa
"What happened?" Darren asked in confusion after seeing the hologram screen. With his confused expression, Darren was glued to all the written information on the holographic screen in front of his face. "What is it, Mr. Darren?" Hellen asked in a panicked tone of voice. Darren shook his head without taking his eyes off the holographic screen. His hand waved at Hellen as if to shoo away the gray robot. "Go now. You obeyed my orders, right? Get out of this room!" Darren said sternly to Hellen. Hellen actually didn't want to leave right away because Darren hadn't answered. But seeing Darren's instructions, Hellen was finally forced to leave the presence of her owner. After Hellen left the room, Darren stepped back. Until his foot hit the edge of the bed so that his body fell into the bed just like that. Darren's gaze was still glued to the holographic screen in front of his eyes. [Hello, welcome, User!] [You have successfully activated the Success Revenge system] Darren frowned
"Give the bow respects to Mr. Giordan and Mrs. Jane." Darren stared at the two crates laid out in a row in front of him. Along with Mrs. Miller and Mr. Miller-his father, he was at the funeral home to pay his last respects to his nanny parents. Following his father Mr. Miller's orders, Darren, the Miller family members and the bodyguards bowed. While doing so, Darren's heart burned with anger. He remembered all the good deeds of his foster parents. After straightening up, there was a moment of silence. Then Mr. Miller said to the bodies of Mr. Giordan and Mrs. Jane, "You have worked with the Miller Family for almost ten years. We thank you for the many sacrifices you made." Darren gritted his teeth, trying to contain his anger. The more he looked at Mr. Giordan and Mrs. Jane's bodies in the open casket, the more guilty Darren felt. "I'm sorry I couldn't protect you both," Darren said softly. Darren's words were heard by Mr. Miller and Mrs. Miller. Seeing the look in Darren's e
"The Corpa Miller Group officially announces the son of our heir apparent is back. For years we've waited for him to arrive, now welcome Darren Awalter Miller!" A loud applause echoed through the room. Everyone seemed both excited and very curious. In contrast to the reactions of all the guests, the Johnson Family was stunned in disbelief. Darren's name was certainly not unfamiliar to them. When Darren walked to the center of the stage, all eyes looked at him in awe. Including the members of the Johnson Family. "How come Darren is the main heir to the Miller Family?" Cloe said with an admiring look. Cloe secretly regretted remembering her bad treatment to Darren sixteen years ago. Cloe could only grimace in her seat and automatically compared Darren's amount of wealth with Jack, her husband. Moreover, Darren's appearance had changed drastically compared to sixteen years ago. "I didn't expect to be standing at this point now, in front of all of you," Darren began to open his voi
"This is all your fault, Darren!" Darren gasped when Charlotte suddenly attacked his collar. He didn't understand why Charlotte had come to the Miller mansion the next day. Charlotte's sudden arrival to attack Darren made several Miller Family bodyguards rush over. They all tried to pull Charlotte's body away from Darren. "You're the one who spread the video! Why are you doing this to me?!" Charlotte asked in a furious tone. Darren tried to calm his shock as he gripped Charlotte's hand. Her face looked up as her neck was slightly strangled. "Let go of me, Mr. Charlotte!" Darren said warningly. Charlotte paid no attention to Darren's words. She growled even more as she gritted her teeth. "Do you think you can be so powerful and destroy the Johnson family?!" Charlotte exclaimed loudly in front of Darren's face. "Calm yourself, Mr. Charlotte! If you keep strangling me like this, the bodyguards will take warning action against you!" Darren said firmly. As Darren said, the Miller
"Mr. Darren Awalker Miller?"Darren slowly turned his body back after hearing someone's voice calling him. Darren's eyebrows furrowed at the sight of a strange man who gave him a smile. Darren didn't know who the man was. He had just arrived at Glitch Ocean Washington Restaurant and had no idea who he was meeting."Yes, that's me. Who are you?" asked Darren, looking confused."I'm Thommy," the man replied, extending his hand. An enthusiastic smile curved his face.Darren briefly looked at Thommy's hand with a serious thinking expression. He had no idea who this man was."I finally get to meet you. I really want to have a serious discussion with you, Mr. Darren," Thommy said before Darren accepted his hand.Brushing off his confusion, Darren finally shook hands with Thommy. But the look in his eyes still looked very serious to guess who Thommy was.Has Darren ever met Thommy in the past?'Damn, why doesn't the system's personal data detection feature appear?' Darren asked in his hear
"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