After a long discussion, Darren, Harris and Patricia went to the administration office to find out the identity of the prison guard they suspected. During the trip Patricia talked about Patrick - the staff guarding the document room. "Surely this time Patrick will also give me a hard time again," Patricia said as if showing her annoyance at Patrick."What do you mean, Patricia? Who is Patrick?" asked Darren who heard Patricia's words."Patrick is the staff guarding the document room, Mr. Darren. All police officers know who he is and how fierce he is. He is a very meticulous person and doesn't trust anyone easily, this time he will definitely suspect us," explained Patricia."It's true what Patricia said, Mr. Darren. Patrick is not an easy person to convince. Some of my team even chose not to deal with him just because they didn't want to make things difficult for themselves," Harris said in support of Patricia's statement. "Then what s
The next day, Harris and Patricia came to Darren's mansion to discuss the list of prison guards kept by Darren. "Please come in, I've told Walt to set up a table for us to discuss," said Darren welcoming Harris and Patricia.However, the two people ignored Darren's words and instead focused on the interior and various sophisticated tools in Darren's mansion. Harris and Patricia were a little surprised at how spacious and luxurious Darren's mansion was. Both of their eyes looked around in awe. Modern appliances that they had never seen before were now in front of them. "Wow, your mansion is so big Mr. Darren, it's like a five-star hotel conference hall," said Patricia who was still looking around."That's right, Patricia, besides being big, there are various sophisticated furnishings here. Take a look at the floor cleaning robot that is running, even though I have wanted it for a long time but have not bought it because the price is qui
[SYSTEM ERROR] [SYSTEM STILL RECOVERING] [REMAINING RECOVERY TIME: 10:22:13] Darren immediately groaned in exasperation after trying to turn on his system. His feelings were really upset now. He could not get more information about Mr. Rudolf, or even use the lie detection feature during negotiations. "Ah, shit," Darren muttered in exasperation as he rubbed his own face roughly. "System turn off." [SYSTEM WILL TURN OFF] Darren let out a long breath, his head bowed limply. Recalling what he had discussed with Harris and Patricia, it felt like Darren was overwhelmed with confusion. "This is difficult for me. How am I supposed to know whether Mr. Rudolf is lying or not when investigating him," Darren muttered in exasperation. "Mr. Darren. I realize you're upset. How can I help?" Walt's voice coming from behind made Darren turn around in surprise. Darren looked at Walt who had a worried and curious
"So, what should we do, Mr. Darren?" asked Walt, noticing the anger in Darren's eyes. Darren couldn't help but think about the conversation the two of them had had earlier. In his brain, he suddenly imagined that the way to destroy Mr. Charlotte was to destroy Mr. Rudolf. Which meant he could not let Mr. Rudolf off the hook. "If Mr. Charlotte is so eager to let Mr. Rudolf off the hook, then Mr. Rudolf is very important. To destroy Mr. Charlotte, we must prevent Mr. Rudolf from being released from prison..."Darren stopped his speech for a moment. He was still thinking about his plan in greater detail and clarity. There was a feeling of hesitation in his chest. "But if we want to keep Mr. Rudolf from getting out, we have to separate Mr. Albern from Mr. Handrick," Darren said then. Walt furrowed his brow. Just like Darren, he was feeling hesitant. He slowly moved backwards until he was leaning back, folding his arms across his chest. "Is that something we can do, Mr. Darren?" a
"I don't understand what you're saying, Mr. Darren. Why do your words sound like sarcasm?" asked Mr. Albern. Darren pretended to frown as Mr. Albern realized the sarcasm implied in his words. He mumbled for a moment while pretending to look thoughtful. "I wasn't actually being sarcastic, and you shouldn't feel sarcastic if you're not," Darren replied. Increasingly, the look on Mr. Albern's face faded into a smile. From the look in his eyes, he seemed to be questioning what Darren meant and was starting to feel wary. "What is your purpose here, Mr. Darren?" asked Mr. Albern with a wary gaze. "There is no specific purpose, Mr. Albern. I really just wanted to see you and ask you about..." As speech paused, Darren slowly leaned his sitting position towards Mr. Albern. With a serious look, Darren continued the question, "...how do you connect with VVIP people so that you always win your cases?" Mr. Albern immediately seemed to protest Darren's words. His irritation was inevitable
Now Darren is meeting with Mr. Handrick in a VVIP room of a fancy restaurant in the city. Mr. Handrick had just arrived, now sitting in front of Darren with a flat face as if he didn't want the meeting. "My condolences on the death of Mr. Salvador the other day, Mr. Handrick" Darren said sincerely. "Don't bother talking to me, let alone caring, what did you ask me to come here for? I should have nothing to do with you, Salvador is gone," said Mr. Handrick in a stern tone. The look in Mr. Handrick's eyes seemed to imply a deep hatred for Darren, as if there was a grudge to be paid. Darren, who was aware of this, just acted uncharacteristically and remained calm. "Yes, I also regret Mr. Salvador's death, especially since he was so young," said Darren expressing his sympathy for Mr. Handrick. "Hahah, shouldn't you be happy now Mr. Darren? You were also one of the people who wanted Salvador dead weren't you?" said Mr. Handrick with a sarcastic laugh at Darren. "Why would you sa
Darren and Mr. Handrick's conversation continues with a bit of debate. Mr. Handrick still did not believe Darren despite his repeated attempts to convince him. "I won't trust you that easily, Mr. Darren. Yesterday you set me up with that deal that I lost my own son," Mr. Handrick said, "I am truly sorry that I believed and agreed to the deal with you, Mr. Darren," he continued in a stern tone. "I proposed the agreement only to deter you from your actions, nothing more. It had nothing to do with Mr. Salvador's death," Darren said defensively. Mr. Handrick was silent for a moment, perhaps now he was thinking about Darren's words, weighing up whether they were true or not. Darren who saw the thoughtful look on Mr. Handrick's face pulled out a memory card from his pocket. "If you still don't believe me, this memory card is proof that I was in no way involved in Mr. Salvador's death," Darren said as he held up the memory card. "Where did you get that memory card, Mr. Darren?" asked Mr
Darren's face automatically curved into a smile. Darren already knew that he didn't need to worry about whether Harris would stop investigating or not. "That's right. You can't stop, even when Mr. Jonathan gives you the order to release Mr. Rudolf," Darren replied. Harris nodded. "Mr. Rudolf is not someone to be underestimated. Even if we catch him, I still wonder what he'll do." "You have to be careful, Harris. It's likely that Mr. Rudolf also has connections with the prison guards," Darren replied in a serious tone. "That's what I think too, Darren. I'm still looking into whether any of the guards are working with Mr. Rudolf. The thing is... I sensed something was wrong before Mr. Salvador committed suicide." Darren furrowed his brows. His sitting position spontaneously leaned forward slightly, watching Harris seriously. "What makes you feel odd, Harris?" Darren asked. Harris let out a long sigh, seemingly hesitant to talk as he looked around. He seemed to be mak
"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