"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
"You won't get what I want to give you, Darren," Cloe said confidently. Darren couldn't help but laugh. "What the hell are you going to give me? I don't need to be given anything already, Cloe." Cloe's grinning smile appeared as soon as Darren's answer was heard. "I didn't expect you to say that. Hey, Darren, I want to ask you to cooperate fairly-" "I'm not sure someone like you, the Johnson Family, knows about justice, Mrs. Cloe," Darren said, deliberately cutting Cloe off. Cloe let out a long breath. She looked at Darren with a somewhat disgusted expression. Darren seemed to be trying to provoke her. "I'm not sure if you can give me a fair profit either, Mrs. Cloe. Maybe you can give this negotiation offer to someone else and they'll be interested, but not me," Darren said. "What do you really want, Darren?" asked Cloe. Darren picked up the glass that had wine poured into it. But he was only paying attention to the drink. Until a few seconds later, he watched the s
Darren instead managed to lock the bodyguard's hands asking, "Who ordered you to come here?" Still in a position locked by Darren's hand, the new bodyguard increasingly tried to break away from Darren. It was enough to overwhelm Darren, he also asked Walt for help to take him to the living room, a place that was more free to interrogate him. "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 di
Darren released his grip on James' shirt collar and glared. "Answer my question correctly this time, where were you on the night of the 29th?" Darren asked in an intimidating tone. "I told you earlier, I was at home," replied James who continued to lie to Darren. Darren laughed a little at James' answer who still didn't realize that Darren already knew everything, Darren took out a sheet of printed photos of Orphan. He showed the printed photo to James. "Look carefully at this photo, do you know this person?" asked Darren in a serious tone. "I don't know this person," James replied with a slightly surprised expression. "You don't need to keep denying, I have evidence of your presence around the accident scene a few minutes before the incident," said Darren who tried to get James to confess with a little bluff. "I really don't know, asshole! Why are you pressuring me to answer?!" James sounded annoyed. But at the same time, James sounded nervous. "Who ordered yo
Lately, Darren's mind had been so filled with guilt over Orphan that he'd been thinking of ways to catch the perpetrator of Orphan's murder. It didn't even occur to him to make a copy of the video evidence, but fortunately, the meticulous Walt did what he was supposed to do even without orders from Darren. Darren's secretary has a lot of initiative. Not immediately answering Walt's words, Darren's eyes accidentally collided again with James at a fairly close distance. With his hands cuffed, James was still staring at Darren with a grin. Seeing that Darren followed suit and immediately stood up to James quickly Darren's sudden action made Walt and Marco immediately stand up and follow Darren. "Mr. Darren!" "Mr. Darren! Wait!" "Mr. Darren! No, hold on!" Walt and Marco's voices called out Darren's name as he got closer to James. Darren, who was already angry, brushed off the hands of Walt and Marco who tried to restrain him several times. "Wait, Mr. Darren, contro