Hi, just checking if anyone has been following Glenn's story up to this point. Care to tell me roughly what your response is to this story? I would really appreciate it. ^_^
"Dad, look at what's going viral today," Hazel greeted her dad as she approached him, who had just been brought home and gathered with Miriam.Everything felt normal, and Mr Lucas had never been happier with the normalcy. Now, he looked at Hazel and Miriam with a fresh perspective. Normalcy was a blessing, and he didn't want to exchange it for baseless hatred anymore.Mr Lucas placed a teaspoon in his hand and paid attention to what his daughter was reporting. His eyebrows immediately furrowed as he read it, asking Hazel to hand him the tablet so he could examine it more closely."Does Dad know about this?" Hazel asked curiously."Yes..." her dad replied with his eyes still fixed on the tablet screen, which surprised Hazel because earlier he had just answered casually."So... Does that mean Dad will also be implicated in that murder?" Hazel asked with concern. Learning from recent events, at least if someone were to involve her dad, the family should be prepared this time."I even fo
Everyone in the room was startled upon hearing the news."Dad, where do you think he's headed?" Hazel asked her Dad with concern.She still remembered the tense moments when she and Aunt Irina were detained and pushed out of the helicopter towards the heavily burning building.Unconsciously, Hazel rubbed her shoulders, dispelling the sudden shiver. A hand squeezed her shoulder, and she turned around, finding it to be Glenn.The shiver turned into a warm throb, making her feel comfortable and calm. Glenn's grip on her shoulder seemed to signal that she didn't need to worry because he would always be by her side to protect her."How strange... Hasn't he been paralyzed almost all over his body? How could he escape? And besides, isn't there always a police officer guarding his hospital room?" Miriam asked. The same thoughts crossed the minds of the others."He has many accomplices who can help him, Aunt," Glenn replied.Mr Lucas glanced at where Glenn's hand was, but this time, he didn't
"Glenn!" Hazel shouted in fear, and Glenn instinctively embraced her, shielding Hazel from the bullets aimed at them."Haha! How romantic... Truly entertaining," Roesli sneered.*Bang*The gunshot rang out instantly, and Glenn tightened his grip around Hazel. For a moment that felt like an eternity, Glenn waited for the piercing pain that never came."DROP YOUR WEAPONS!" someone yelled, followed by a barrage of gunshots.Glenn dragged Hazel against the wall. The atmosphere was chaotic, with bullets flying in every direction and bodies collapsing nearby.Glenn tried to see what was happening and felt relieved when he saw Benjamin arriving with his troops just in time.Roesli's henchmen fell around the room. Benjamin and his team, aiming from outside, couldn't spot Roesli, who hid with his subordinates against the wall near the entrance.He saw Mr. Lucas and Mrs. Miriam lying on the floor, still alive. Likewise, his father and mother embraced on the bed in a prone position. He took a si
Before returning to his penthouse, he checked on the condition of the people below, inquiring about their well-being. From them, Glenn learned that Roesli's men entered through the VIP elevator, somehow gaining access that the security couldn't stop.After ensuring there were no casualties, Glenn returned to his penthouse. He was met by his mother, Hazel, and both of his parents, who asked about Roesli's fate. Glenn informed them of the authorities' decision, relieving them."His sweet talk truly fooled me," Mr. Lucas lamented, exhaling tiredly."That's Dad, kind but not naive," Hazel retorted, patting her father's back."He won't stop unless we expose him publicly. Simply retaliating with tweets in the online world won't be effective. We need to find a way to defame him directly so he can never rebuild his image," Glenn suggested with a severe expression."Any ideas?" Mr. Lucas asked, intrigued by Glenn's suggestion."In two nights, we'll be hosting the Soulcatcher launch. I'm sure h
All the wealthy people in Eagertown seemed to be present tonight at the grand hall of Smith Corp. They were associates or acquaintances of Arthur, along with company executives.The theme of tonight's party was "Magical Medicine Night," where guests wore attire reflecting the mysterious nature of science. Women wore dark-themed dresses adorned with stone ornaments, while men wore formal suits with embroidered accents depicting symbols commonly known to scientists.It was Hazel's idea, of course. The grand hall was decorated accordingly, with the entire floor appearing to be above thick smoke from dry ice emanating from faux-heated beaker glasses.The ceiling was adorned with stars and other celestial objects.At the entrance, a photo booth was decorated with replicas of packaging and trademarks from Soulcatcher, and guests were invited to take pictures there.Guests who usually attended formal and stiff events certainly felt nostalgic being treated to the arcade. The line of guests wa
"Young master Smith!" someone called his name from behind in a panicked tone. It was Clad—the production manager, his face looking thoroughly puzzled.Glenn was forced to cut short the interview session at a critical moment. The journalists had already assumed that Soulcatcher wasn't a safe drug. In their minds, they had prepared dramatic headlines to lure netizens into opening their news portals.Approaching Clad, who stood near the entrance, Glenn whispered, "What's going on?"Large beads of sweat dripped from Clad's forehead as he wiped them away with the back of his hand. He seemed hesitant to inform Glenn, but given the gravity of the situation, he had no choice but to tell his event leader."Our logistics truck is missing," he said, struggling to articulate the words."WHAT?!" Glenn asked in disbelief. "How could that happen?" he asked again."The truck was supposed to arrive an hour ago. According to the warehouse staff, the truck had left but lost contact midway. The staff acc
"After knowing his mask now, I had to hold back nausea; just imagining his face makes me want to punch him," Mr Lucas muttered while his wife adjusted the bow tie on his collar.His wife gently patted Mr Lucas's arm, "You're only feeling it now; imagine us who have had to endure it for a long time, combined with your naive attitude," she teased, suppressing a laugh.Mr. Lucas rolled his eyes, "Any advice for holding back the nausea?" he asked again."Unfortunately, there is none; you must endure it however you can. Don't jeopardise our plan, Lucas Walsh," Miriam threatened, pointing her finger at her husband.Hazel laughed at her parents' antics, "You could pretend to cough so he wouldn't dare talk to you, Dad. He, who considers himself higher in status than others, will keep away from you," she suggested later.Mr. Lucas's eyes sparkled, pleased to hear his daughter's idea. But not for long, as his eyes caught the unfinished wallpaper on the wall due to the recent shooting incident.
"Welcome, Mr Victor and Vincent Davis, and thank you to Sir Lucas Walsh for accompanying our honoured guests today; let's give a warm round of applause to our two honoured guests," greeted Glenn from the stage, which was the highlight of the event in the grand hall of Smith Corp.Spotlights illuminated the two, reflexively shielding their eyes with one hand each.All the guests applauded in Glenn's direction, but no friendly faces greeted the two guests; instead, there were cold, expressionless stares as if they were being scrutinised.Victor and Vincent exchanged glances, weighing whether they should continue to participate in the event or turn back, as they could clearly sense they would be made the entertainment for everyone after this.They both agreed to turn back, but as they did, two burly guards blocked the door and shut it, forcing them to stay."Where are you going, Sirs? Our event won't start without you. Surely we wouldn't want to keep people waiting, would we?" Glenn's vo