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
"Ah this robot! I really want to have it but unfortunately my salary is not enough to buy it," said Patricia who became even more enthusiastic after seeing Hellen in another corner of the living room. Knowing his words were completely ignored by Patricia and Harris was enough to make Darren a little angry. Darren was annoyed with Patricia and Harris, because their visit to his mansion was not to admire robots and sophisticated equipment, but to talk about this important document. "Yes, I think it's enough to look at the robots and tools here, let's sit down there are more important things we have to talk about," Darren said in a cold tone as if showing his anger. Harris and Patricia who realized that then immediately followed Darren to the table that had been prepared in the middle of the living room. Meanwhile, Darren expressed his frustration by slamming the prison list document on the table while saying. "Are you actually serious or don't you want to talk about this do
Darren noticed the very tattooed red marks Anna mentioned. "What's this?" "Strangulation marks. But not with hands or ropes," Anna replied, then turned her attention to the aluminum table on which there were several tools. Anna immediately walked over to the small surgical table, pushing it closer. "This is probably the closest thing to being the tool that killed the victim," Anna said as she held up a wire. "Wire?" Darren was both confused and surprised. "Someone strangled her with a wire?" Anna nodded her head. "Small strangulation marks, possibly using a wire," Anna continued as she pointed out the parts of Roy's body she was referring to. Darren showed a half-surprised expression after seeing the bruises on Roy's body which was quite surprising, because the initial estimate of Roy's death was caused by falling from the car. "Then are there any other signs, Dr. Anna?" asked Darren with a glare at Roy's body. "Actually, there are still non-physical irreg
"It is, isn't it?" Harris also looked uncertain. "I didn't think it was unusual to find a corrupted document in the trash. It could have been a faulty report or something." "I didn't realize it either when Patricia told me about being called in to do some business," Darren said. "My guess is that the prison warden who called Patricia at the time... might have been Roy. Either paid by Mr. Rudolf, or someone in disguise." "Shouldn't Patricia have known that the warden was someone in disguise?" Darren asked. Harris' face looked confused and thoughtful. For a few seconds he remained silent, then he shook his head. "Patricia should be able to recognize. But, there's another possibility too. Patricia is someone who tends not to notice things when her mind is focused on something else," Harris said. Harris' words made sense to Darren. Darren does not yet know how Patricia's character is. But so far, as they worked together to investigate where Mr. Salvador's narcotics were,
"I have a recommendation for a woman in this club for you. You see that woman wearing a black sabrina dress over a lutur and half red hair? She's one of the best in this club, you could even achieve ultimate satisfaction with her," Mr. Rudolf said as he pointed out the woman he was referring to. "Then that sexy red dressed woman who just passed you is very good at playing on the bed. You'll even be overwhelmed," continued Mr. Rudolf who was reviewing some of the club ladies to Darren. "Well, I guess I should really try one of them Mr. Rudolf," Darren replied enthusiastically. In the middle of the procession of waiters and waitresses who were also interspersed with club ladies that night, there was also Haris who was disguised as a waiter and Patricia who was disguised as a club lady. Right when they both passed Darren's sofa, they gave the code with a wink that signaled Darren to get ready. And at that moment the club women began to sway, Mr. Rudolf's eyes caught Patricia's f
"You don't believe me?" Mr. Albern asked in a convincing tone. Darren chuckled as he shook his head. "No, of course I believe in your abilities, Mr. Albern. It's just... I've met too many people who... ah, they have no skills and only rely on connections," Darren said as he nodded his head. Mr. Albern immediately curled both corners of his lips downwards. The look on his face instantly looked dismissive of the people Darren was talking about. "Of course I'm not one of those people. Hey, my connections are many, but I win cases on my own merits." Mr. Albern was still defending himself. Darren nodded his head. "Are you sure what you're saying, Mr. Albern?" asked Darren. Mr. Albern furrowed his brow. "What do you mean?" Without saying anything, Darren pulled something out of his shirt pocket. It was a photograph that Walt had given him. Darren then gave the printed photo to Mr. Albern. He didn't say anything, just instructed Mr. Albern to look at the print. A
"Yes, I heard about it, I was really surprised that Mr. Salvador wanted to admit to being a party to the drug deal and all his mistakes in front of the media, until he held a press conference like yesterday. I wonder why Mr. Savador started taking drugs," Cloe replied in response to Darren. "Well, it's possible that he had some pretty serious problems that no one knew about, which he kept to himself until he turned to drugs," Darren replied in his typical calm tone. "What do you mean, Darren?" asked Cloe after hearing Darren's words that seemed to know something. Darren didn't answer Cloe's question, of course he couldn't tell her about Mr. Handrick who had abused Mr. Salvador from a young age. Darren instead asked a question that alluded to the incident a bit by saying, "Em Cloe, have you ever heard of any of the underclass being involved in domestic violence?" Hearing that Cloe seemed confused about what to answer. But Cloe asked Darren back. "Why would you ask some
"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