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
[MESSAGER] [MR. RUDOLF][Mangee Club New York club address: 289 10th Ave, New York, NY 10001] Darren curved a smile full of satisfaction after reading the message from Mr. Rudolf. It turned out that Mr. Rudolf had really been trapped by his pretend invitation.At that time Darren had time to browse the club address sent by Mr. Rudolf. Seeing the appearance of the club that was so luxurious and seemed to have to spend a lot of money, Darren then typed a reply message to Mr. Rudolf. [DARREN][Are you trying to make me spend so much money, Mr. Rudolf?] [The club seems to be very luxurious and can only be visited by conglomerates] While waiting for a reply, Darren turned his gaze to Walt who had just entered the driver's seat. "Walt, can you reserve another VVIP sofa for tonight at the club?" Darren handed over his cell phone which was displaying Mr. Rudolf's view of the club. Walt looked at the
"What exactly are you going to show me? You seem very enthusiastic," Darren said as he and Mr. Rudolf stepped together onto the VVIP sofa in the middle of the dance floor. Mr. Rudolf was still wearing a smile that implied meaning. It was as if he was about to show us something very exciting indeed. "You'll know when you see it with your own eyes, Darren," Mr. Rudolf replied. Darren and Mr. Rudolf soon arrived at the VVIP sofa in the middle of the dance floor. Upon arrival, Mr. Rudolf invited Darren to sit on the U-shaped sofa in the middle of the floor, a sofa specially made for customers of the Golden VVIP room. To Darren's right was now Mr. Rudolf sitting on the same sofa as him, casually sipping a glass of whisky. The other two Golden VVIP sofas were now occupied by Walt and Wayce who were disguised as other people.Of course, that was part of Darren's plan, so now Darren was calling Walt and Wayce by their pseudonyms. "Good evening, I'm Darren," said Darren who greeted from a
After Mr. Rudolf agreed to Darren's request to unite the two Golden VVIP rooms, they immediately sat on the sofa that had been provided. Then, shortly after that Clara entered along with several female club waitresses and Patricia was one of them. There was also Harris who was now in the line of waiters for VVIP guests carrying alcohol gifts already standing in front of Darren, Mr. Rudol, Walt, and Wayce. "Please for the VVIP guests, you can choose among these beautiful ladies in front of you to have fun with you," Clara said, inviting Darren and the other VVIP guests to take turns choosing the club lady to have fun with that night. Having had his eye on Patricia since the parade, Mr. Rudolf chose Patricia and another lady to accompany him. As for Darren, Walt and Wayce, they chose the club lady just like Mr. Rudolf did."Wow, Mr. Rudolf. You picked the woman you've been eyeing for a while now," Darren said, intentionally teasing Mr. Rudolf. Mr. Rudolf smiled proudly at Darren's w
"Mr. Rudolf, I didn't expect you to do what I asked," Patricia said in a deliberately spoiled tone. Mr. Rudolf closed his eyes as Patricia's hands caressed his exposed chest. Patricia's touch on his body seemed to be truly felt by him. He did not realize that Patricia repeatedly had to endure the annoyance of having to touch someone like Mr. Rudolf. Even their age difference was 12 years! "I was more than a little surprised to meet a woman like you, Aline," replied Mr. Rudolf who then gave Patricia a seductive smile. When Mr. Rudolf's eyes opened, he looked at Patricia with a hungry gaze. The umpteenth time Mr. Rudolf tried to bring his face closer, wanting to land his lips on Patricia's lips when their faces were close together. But Patricia kept avoiding their faces. "Hey, Mr. Rudolf. I told you, no touching your face," Patricia retorted as she gently pushed Mr. Rudolf's chest. Mr. Rudolf chuckled as he let out an exasperated breath. He seemed annoyed with Patricia who had re
"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 l
"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