"Mr. Darren. I still remember you very clearly when you gathered in the Golden VVIP room," Mr. Salvador said with a sardonic smile. Darren still sat, gave a small, quiet smile, and just looked at Mr. Salvador. He did not say anything. "So what, you suspect me? I acquitted you of the police charges," replied Darren who was not provoked by any emotions. Mr. Salvador smiled dismissively at Darren. He then leaned back as he folded his arms across his chest. Darren looked at Mr. Salvador. Although it was only through the look on his face, he realized that Mr. Salvador was suspicious of him. "Of course I'm suspicious of you. How could you free me so easily?" asked Mr. Salvador. After Mr. Salvador's question, Darren pretended to think for a moment. Darren moved his sitting position to a slightly inclined position, then folded his hands on the table. With a look that implied meaning, Darren replied, "Just... doing a few things. As I told you when we met in the Golden VVIP room, I'm a
Today Mr. Salvador held a press conference to which all the media and newspaper reporters in the city were invited. At this press conference, Mr. Salvador spoke about the topic that was being discussed about him. In the press conference, Mr. Salvador admitted his guilt and justified his involvement in the drug deal. "I, acknowledge my mistake for being involved in a narcotics transaction," Mr. Salvador said. Suddenly, this statement made the journalists who were there excited and threw a lot of questions at Mr. Salvador. "Since when have you been taking drugs?" asked one of the journalists at the front table. "About a year ago," Mr. Salvador replied simply. "What kind of drugs did you take, Mr. Salvador? Where did you get the drugs? Did anyone invite you to take the drugs?" a female journalist in the crowd pelted Mr. Salvador with questions that made the atmosphere in the room a little unfavorable. Hearing this made Mr. Salvador's assistant who was beside him speak up to wa
Seeing the scene of the dispute between son and father in front of him made Darren satisfied. His plan to incite Mr. Salvador under Mr. Handrick's name had succeeded. However, still in his usual calm demeanor, Darren just stayed where he was, without saying a word. "This is all Mr. Darren's doing, father. He made me do this," Mr. Salvador said, pointing at Darren. "I never told your son to do this, Mr. Handrick," Darren said, contradicting Mr. Salvador. "Do you have any proof that I told you to do this? Don't talk out of your ass, Mr. Salvador," Darren continued, addressing Mr. Salvador in turn. "You have to believe me, it was Mr. Darren who told me to," said Mr. Salvador who was still trying to blame Darren to defend himself. However, after his words, the narcotics division police immediately arrested Mr. Salvador and took him to the police station. Patricia who was standing not far from the scene made eye contact with Darren and smiled briefly, because their cooperation to trap
[MESSAGER] [CLOE][Darren, let's meet at the usual place.]The message that Darren had just read was from Cloe, suddenly she invited Darren to meet. I don't know what Cloe wanted to talk to him about, but Darren agreed to the invitation. Perhaps she can provide additional information for Darren. Darren tells Walt to get ready to take him to the restaurant where Darren and Cloe usually meet. "Walt, get the car ready, I have someone to meet tonight," Darren said with his eyes still on his cell phone. "Yes, Mr. Darren," replied Walt who immediately got up from where he was standing. After a few moments Darren and Walt had left for the location. Darren, who this time wore a black knit shirt combined with a black suit matching his material pants, looked even more charismatic and relaxed at the same time. Arriving at the restaurant, Darren was immediately approached by a waiter. "Can I help you?" "Where is the reservation table on behalf of Mrs. Cloe?" asked Darren who was looking
In the middle of Darren and Cloe's conversation, Darren's cell phone rang. Patricia's name is clearly displayed on Darren's cell phone screen. Cloe who saw it immediately looked at Darren as if curious."I'll take the phone first, Cloe." Darren said while holding his cell phone and stepped into the corner of the room, away from Cloe. Darren was also surprised to get a sudden phone call from Patricia, she didn't usually call Darren directly. Patricia always contacted Darren through Walt, to avoid the suspicion of Darren's business partners. "Hello, what's up Patricia?" said Darren who greeted the phone call from Patricia. "Mr. Darren can you come to the police station now? Mr. Salvador asked to speak with you." Patricia replied in a slightly urgent tone. Patricia's request just now made Darren a little hesitant. Because this time he was carrying out his plan to find information through Cloe about what the Miller Family was doing on the night of Mrs. Jane's accident with Mr. Giordan
The atmosphere in the meeting room was suddenly heated, the two prison guards who were guarding there were surprised to hear the pounding of the table coming from Mr. Salvador. However, Darren who was the cause of Mr. Salvador's anger still looked calm and relaxed, completely unaffected by the anger of the person in front of him now. "Please don't make a scene!" said one of the guards in the corner of the room, who was still looking at Mr. Salvador from behind. As if ignoring the jailer's words, Mr. Salvador was still angrily repeating the previous question that Darren had not answered."Why did you lie to me about the press conference, which you said was my father's request and it wasn't! How dare you lie to me!" "So, just because of that issue you wanted to talk to me and didn't want to be interrogated? It's a waste of my time," Darren replied, still casually leaning his body against the shoulder of the chair."Why are you angry with me? It's your own fault," Darren continued. "
After finishing talking to Mr. Salvador, Darren decided to go home. He didn't want to spend his precious time just talking to Mr. Salvador. This time Darren did not go home to the Miller family mansion but to his new mansion. Arriving there Darren was greeted by Wayce - the head of the bodyguards along with three other bodyguards. "Welcome Mr. Darren," Wayce said with a gesture of bowing his head to salute and was followed by 3 of his men. "Hello Wayce, long time no see," replied Darren in a friendly manner. However, when observing his bodyguards there was one bodyguard who acted strangely. His attitude was different from the other two bodyguards who were usually staring straight ahead, the bodyguard occasionally looked down as if he was watching someone. Darren who started to get suspicious then asked, "Is there a new bodyguard member? Why don't I seem to recognize him?" while pointing to the bodyguard in question. "Oh yes Mr. Darren, a few days ago a member of our team resi
"Oh yeah, how long have you been working as a Bodyguard?" asked Darren still trying to find out more about the person in front of him. "It's been about 2 years Mr. Darren." replied the Bodyguard. "Before working here, where did you work?" asked Darren as if curious."In one of the companies, but shortly the company went bankrupt." replied Bodyguard starting to look confused making up stories. Darren, who saw that his behavior had changed, now began to subtly interrogate him. "Then why do you want to join as my Bodyguard? Where did you get the information about this job?""Em I found out about this job from one of my friends, who has another friend working in Mr. Darren's company as well, so I thought that if I work with the owner of a big company, there is less chance of me being dismissed," replied the Bodyguard trying to explain his reasoning which was quite reasonable. "Oh so you're working here because you want to be around me?" Darren concluded."No, that's not it Mr. Darren
"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