After seeing the photo, everyone in the room doubted Darren. The eyes of Mr. George, Mr. Oward, and Mr. Leonard instantly turned suspicious. Even Mr. Charlotte tried to take Mr. Rudolf's phone. At first Mr. Charlotte's gaze still looked doubtful, then he tried to zoom in. "Darren," called Mr. Charlotte, as his gaze turned suspicious. Mr. Charlotte raised his face and looked at Darren seriously. "What is this? Why does the person in this photo look so much like you?" asked Mr. Charlotte. Darren noticed the suspicion in Mr. Charlotte's eyes. On the other hand, Darren watched Mr. Rudolf who was grinning with satisfaction. As if this had been planned by him. This of course put Darren in a difficult position. Their gaze at Darren, which was originally ordinary, has now turned into a gaze that demands an explanation. No wonder they wanted to know more about Darren, like Mr. Rudolf. "It seems that person is you Mr. Darren, what business do you have at the club?" ask
After a few minutes of traveling, Darren arrived at the hospital where the autopsy was taking place on Roy's body, which was previously found in a lifeless condition. Arriving there, Darren immediately looked for the autopsy room by asking a nurse."Excuse me, I'm looking for the autopsy room, where is it?" asked Darren to a nurse in the hospital hallway which was quite quiet."Oh, you just go straight and turn right, the room is at the end of the hall, sir," the nurse replied kindly."Oh, okay, thanks, Sus," said Darren who immediately stepped quickly in the direction that the nurse had explained earlier. At the end of the hallway were Patricia, Haris and a woman in a white coat, typical of a doctor. From a distance they were seen talking about something, Darren immediately approached them."Uh, Mr. Darren you've come, this is Anna, one of the forensic doctors who performed the autopsy on Roy's body," said Haris who was now standing in the middle between Patricia and Anna. "Oh, yes
Darren, Haris and Patricia's discussion was suddenly interrupted because Darren's cell phone rang. Darren immediately grabbed the cell phone in his inside pocket, it was Wayce who called him. Seeing Wayce's name appear on his cell phone screen, Darren quickly picked it up."Hello? How is Wayce, did you find anything?" asked Darren, who sounded very hopeful that Wayce would bring good news. "Hello, Mr. Darren, I checked the mansion's CCTV but no one was caught on camera," Wayce replied in a serious tone, it seemed that the perpetrator was also able to escape from the mansion's CCTV. "Have you checked all the cctvs Wayce? try to look carefully at the cctv footage." said Darren who was reluctant to immediately give up with the situation and told Wayce to make sure once again."Sorry Mr. Darren, I have repeatedly watched the cctv footage throughout the mansion, and found nothing," replied Wayce who sounded half regretful for not giving good news to Darren.Of course it was not good news
Darren was honestly surprised to hear this middle-aged man's words. However, he tried to restrain himself from looking too excited. He then took out an official business card and gave it to the man in front of him. Likewise Jo, who took out her official name card as a policeman. "Introducing, I am Darren Awalker Miller, CEO of the Corpa Miller Group," Darren said, explaining firmly and quietly. "I'm Jo, one of the members of the police detective team. To be honest, we are looking for important information about someone. We have an investigation," Jo replied explaining. Darren nodded in agreement with Jo's explanation. He was still trying to contain his curiosity over what this man had said when he welcomed him. Because now, the man who seemed to be the owner of the workshop was looking at Darren and Jo's business cards. "Call me Oliver. I don't think I've committed a crime. What investigation brings you to my workshop?" asked Oliver who looked at Darren and Jo sharply in turn. "
Darren, who was still standing in front of the middle-aged man, had not had time to ask further about the fake mechanic's car that infiltrated his mansion. However, Walt suddenly came up to him and told him something. "Mr. Darren, there was a person who booked a used car at the corner car rental, an hour before the time the mechanic arrived at the mansion," Walt said, a little out of breath as he came running up to Darren. "Where is it? Is it the same car that the mechanic used?" asked Darren who was half shocked and immediately turned his attention to Walt. "Let's go see if it's parked at the rental place," replied Walt, inviting Darren to go to the rental car at the corner of the complex. Darren and Jo followed Walt who showed them the way to the place where the car driven by the fake mechanic was located. Because they are still in the same complex, Darren, Walt and Jo don't take long to get there. Arriving there, there was already Haris and the owner of the car rental sta
After seeing the photo, everyone in the room doubted Darren. The eyes of Mr. George, Mr. Oward, and Mr. Leonard instantly turned suspicious. Even Mr. Charlotte tried to take Mr. Rudolf's phone. At first Mr. Charlotte's gaze still looked doubtful, then he tried to zoom in. "Darren," called Mr. Charlotte, as his gaze turned suspicious. Mr. Charlotte raised his face and looked at Darren seriously. "What is this? Why does the person in this photo look so much like you?" asked Mr. Charlotte. Darren noticed the suspicion in Mr. Charlotte's eyes. On the other hand, Darren watched Mr. Rudolf who was grinning with satisfaction. As if this had been planned by him. This of course put Darren in a difficult position. Their gaze at Darren, which was originally ordinary, has now turned into a gaze that demands an explanation. No wonder they wanted to know more about Darren, like Mr. Rudolf. "It seems that person is you Mr. Darren, what business do you have at the club?" ask
After getting a phone call from Patricia, Darren immediately went to the police station with Walt. Arriving there, Darren searched for Patricia's whereabouts amidst the chaotic situation inside the police station. Darren's eyes then found Patricia in the long chair in the waiting room with her panicked face. "Patricia... what exactly happened?" asked Darren spontaneously while approaching Patricia."Darren, I don't know, suddenly I got news from the prison officer Mr. Salvador was found hanging himself in his cell. How is this Darren? We should be able to get a lot of information from him!" Patricia suddenly said in panic with a look of confusion on her face. "What if we fail to solve the case? I've even prepared arrest warrants for the suspects. What should I do now? What if after this incident we will find it even more difficult to get valid evidence to arrest those people, Darren?" Patricia said in a panicked tone that was enough to make Darren feel the need to calm her down."Ca
"I don't understand what you're saying, Mr. Darren. Why do you sound like you're accusing me?" asked Mr. Rudolf. His tone did not sound guilty at all. Darren had guessed that Mr. Rudolf would not be that easy to trap. Either Mr. Rudolf was so used to being cornered that he was not easily intimidated, or Mr. Rudolf was already very skilled at evading blame. "I'm not accusing you. I'm just trying to determine what you meant," Darren said calmly. Although to be honest, he felt uneasy and wanted to ask a to-the-point question. Mr. Rudolf immediately sighed heavily. Unbeknownst to Darren, Mr. Rudolf was actually arching a sardonic smile. "I'm sure you're smart enough to understand what I've been saying," Mr. Rudolf replied. "Why do you sound like a fool? Or, are you the chameleon I said you were?" Darren couldn't help but laugh after hearing Mr. Rudolf's words. "Of course not. Chameleons just follow what's around them, they don't have a stand, and they're no different than anyo
"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