So H155 pretended to say hello and pretended that he was in the wrong room. "How is he, doctor?" H155's voice echoed, making both the doctor and Marcell turn their heads. "O? I thought you were my son. It turns out I entered the wrong room. Excuse me," H155 said and turned around and left the room. Marcell himself did not mind and only focused on the doctor who examined him. The doctor opened the bandage on his chest, checking whether the wound had dried or not because the bandage did not penetrate wet blood anymore. "Are my internal organs okay?" asked Marcell. Doctor Bryan nodded. "It's a good thing for you that the bullet didn't penetrate your organs." Doctor Bryan was silent. He had forgotten that Marcell was M155 of 155.23. As soon as the bandage was removed, the stitches began to fade. Even dry, the wound would probably disappear by tomorrow. So there was no need to worry about the scratches on Marcell's skin. "Your stitches have started to dry up. This is good. Ho
Alan shook his head. "Arjuna has been trying to find out, but the police haven't found out who shot you yet."Marcell just nodded.******It was nine o'clock in the evening. And as long as Marcell was in the hospital, that's what Alan said. Mike was alone in Marcell's apartment. It's a confusing thing. Marcell was shot, taken to hospital then disappeared but the hospital said that Marcell had been returned home. Then today there was news that Marcell was transferred to another hospital. Mike found out from Alan. Mike had previously felt suspicious of Marcell. Let's turn it around, the man used to work as a package delivery boy at Yale University. But now he can be a businessman who has a luxury apartment and expensive cars. Then the incident where Marcell was shot in a public place and there he was at that time. Until now it is still unknown who the culprit was. The police have not even bothered to find out more. Now Mike's suspicion of Alan has changed. Hey... At the first hosp
"I don't think Puffy Muffy's opening can be next month.""Why is that?" Marcell asked."Because I think it can open next week," said Arjuna at the end of his sentence, chuckling. "There's nothing to doubt anymore. The production team is proficient and the store employees for the front liner have also been well screened. You can open Puffy Muffy next week.""Really?" Marcell's face lit up, his tone excited until he got up. "Yes, I confirmed it. I'm also looking forward to producing in large quantities. Oh yeah, tomorrow I'll send you cake samples of all types of Puffy Muffy's menu." "'No problem, I'll be there.""Have you really recovered?" asked Arjuna in surprise. Because Marcell had just been discharged from the hospital. Although Arjuna couldn't see it, Marcell nodded steadily. "I feel bored, after all I have no other activities besides taking care of Puffy Muffy.""Wow, I can't wait for Puffy Muffy's owner to see my great performance."Marcell then laughed. "Hahahaa... I like e
Now Puffy Muffy is getting crowded with people coming to put up a signboard in front. In addition, cake ingredients also came from suppliers for sales stock. Miu and Theodore are here this time to help decorate the inside where the cake displays will be displayed. To celebrate the opening of Puffy Muffy, this time it will be made festive. Arjuna is also getting busy in the production room to produce the cakes that will be on display. In addition, Marcell also plans to hold a promo. Buying cakes from 8 to 10 am will get free milk or coffee. For this reason, Marcell bought a coffee machine that will be handled by Mike. "I haven't visited Puffy Muffy for so long that I didn't know it was opening," said Alan, who had just arrived after several days of absence. Marcell looked over. "Wow, you're so hard to reach," he complained. "Is he still part of Puffy Muffy?" asked Mike sarcastically making Marcell laugh."For that, of course. He's been very instrumental here." Marcell patted Alan's
Marcell had a fever. Not because of anything, but the man was tired. After being shot Marcell did not take a break or rest because he was preparing for the opening of his cake shop. This was Marcell's first time owning a business, so he wanted the best for his business. What about the system in his body?For about 7 hours. The system did not make any changes to the fever in Marcell's body. Unlike the wound on the forehead or the gunshot wound on the man's chest. It seems that the system cannot overcome the fever in Marcell's body. But who knows, still don't know if it will. "You're pushing yourself too hard," Mike said after escorting Alan to the front door. Arjuna had not been able to visit because he was so busy preparing ingredients for tomorrow morning's cake production.Marcell, who had a faint glimpse of him, did not reply to Mike's words. Now Mike cleaned up Marcell's medicines on the table. Tidying up a little mess in Marcell's room, and then left Marcell's room. Letting h
Today Marcell's fever has gone down. He woke up very early. He headed to the balcony to enjoy the morning air with a cup of tea. The hustle and bustle of the city wasn't too crowded yet. So there wasn't too much pollution either."Are you feeling well?" Mike's voice coming into Marcell's room made the owner of the room turn his head.Marcell could see Mike bringing breakfast and also medicine on a tray. Marcell was not mistaken, in fact Mike knew gratitude. Without being told, the man served him. Although Mike's position has been determined by Marcell as the head of the shop."You should still have breakfast first." Mike put the tray on the table. This time Mike prepared waffles sprinkled with powdered sugar and topped with kiwi fruit and strawberries."You're getting better at cooking," Marcell said coming into the room."Yes, I'm learning slowly. It turns out that trying new things is really fun," Mike replied with a happy look."Eh? When did you make the tea?" asked Mike when he sa
The seminar lasted for four hours. Miu was very enthusiastic at the beginning, but as soon as Marcell turned her head the girl had closed her eyes with regular breathing. I don't know where the thought came from, Marcell wanted to know the girl's personality. In a matter of 5 seconds a green transparent screen appeared. Hwang Miu 19 years old Korean, now a British citizen. - First semester student at Oxford. - Independent. - A girl who is strong and true to herself. - The family breadwinner. - Smart, and always looking for new opportunities. Everything Marcell wanted to know just appeared. After reading, the transparent screen immediately disappeared. "Hey, wake up. The seminar is over." Marcell tapped Miu on the shoulder. Miu moaned her eyes blinking slowly open. Several people were already walking out of the building. "It's over?" asked Miu in confusion. "Yes, you slept very well." Marcell got up from the chair. Miu hurriedly gathered her consciousness and followed
"Seriously?" asked Alan in a higher tone. Surprised. Of course he was surprised. The capital from Puffy Muffy alone Alan felt had not been returned but Marcell confidently wanted to open a branch. Just by saying that. It was amazing how much money the man had. "Wow, you inherited a lot too," said Alan leaning his back against the back of the sofa. Marcell smiled awkwardly. "Yes, I planted stocks and invested. So I guess my money keeps flowing.""Wow, you've been taught how to manage money since childhood. No wonder the money doesn't run out." Again, Alan was amazed by Marcell. Well, even though that wasn't the case."What do you think? Should I open a Puffy Muffy branch now?" asked Marcell. "Do you have the capital?" Alan asked back to make sure. "Yes, very much. You can find a shop in the city center. London for example." Alan was taken aback. I don't know how many times. "You dare to open a business in the city center?" Marcell nodded. "It's not like we should start in the c