Because only Marcell received a dangerous warning, it did not have any impact on Alan who prepared the car casually. The man drove slowly and leaned the car onto the road.Marcell was alarmed, he glanced at the rearview mirror right where the person he had accidentally seen was hiding. Two seconds later the person emerged from behind the wall to stare at Alan's departing car.He was clearly visible. A large man with brownish skin and a piercing in his left eyebrow. Marcell could see it, the tiny sparkle of the piercing. "Eh?" Alan suddenly slowed down the car. The road they were traveling on was narrow and could only be accessed by one car. Marcell looked over and saw a luxury Range Rover in front of Alan's car. It wasn't a blockade, but rather a road that couldn't fit."Isn't that Andreas’s friend?" Alan asked, sharpening his gaze on the passenger in the back."James?" Marcell also confirmed. He remembered that the man's name was James.James seemed to be smiling so small that he c
"He's not your team.""What do you mean?" asked H155."The one seen on camera 155.23 is not your team. The system said danger when the subject tried to analyze what happened earlier." Tiernan put down his Ipad. His focus was split he was a little panicked about the unfamiliar figure around the subject."Where is the position of R155?" Tiernan asked.Hearing that question H155 immediately took out his cell phone. Quickly checking his team's current position. But soon both of his eyeballs immediately rounded.That expression couldn't be separated from Tiernan.Deg.Deg.Deg.Deg.H155 immediately got up from his seat. Making Tiernan look up to see H155. What had happened?"My team was killed three people."******James ended the lunch in a friendly manner. This time he paid the full bill. As he said at the beginning, maybe this was a welcome to a distant friend. Count it as a welcome to Marcell's presence in his business group.From today's conversation, Marcell failed to return to Oxfo
Did the system start helping her again?A second later, the system's voice rang in his ears and what followed was a conversation between Marie and someone on the phone that sounded very clear. Marcell recognized who Marie was talking to.It was Andreas' voice.They were talking about him."Maybe he's just an innocent boy who likes to get opportunities like this," Andreas replied.Marie chuckled. "Have you looked into his background?""No, I'm a bit busy meeting with state officials. Do you want to help me?" Andreas asked."Find out about the boy?""Yes, I think we can use that kid.""Hahahaha... you need a tool."Marcell furrowed his brow. They want to use him?"Right, he's just starting his business. It won't be so obvious, right? There are already too many skincare fields. We can use Marcell's business for our platform."Marcell thought again, focusing his gaze on Marie's back. Where the woman was busy chatting about it with Andreas Hubert.Perhaps this was the opening where the Her
Throughout the game, Marcus focused his full attention on Marcell. He found it hard to believe Marcell's existence and how the young man was behaving. There were 7 people who came to play golf today. As Marcell recalled, it was the same as at the hotel anniversary party that night. There was Andreas, Marie, James, Anne, Marcus and the last one was Dayton. The man who had left during the meal. Who turned out to be Marie's husband. Dayton Longbuttom. At ten o'clock they finished the game and went to eat breakfast at a nearby restaurant. "You're much better than James at golf." Marcus opened his voice once the dishes had started to thin out. Marcell who was pointed out and given full attention by Marcus just smiled awkwardly. "I didn't know that was possible.""You lied about never playing golf before," Anne said. Marcell shook his head. "I really just played golf for the first time."'"Then what sport did you spend your youth playing?" came Dayton's question. He was the quietest gu
Marcell returned to Oxford, having made sure there were no more invited guests or invitations from Andreas or his friends. He was still in the apartment when Mike left for Puffy Muffy. While Marcell would take a short break, he would monitor the running of the bakery from his tabbed screen. Mike was working seriously, sending daily reports on sales, what kind of bread was popular, the money spent on ingredients and packaging. It was steady, but Marcell wanted Puffy Muffy to be recognized by the whole of Oxford. So, Marcell is looking for equipment for a stand that he will open in several parks in Oxford and London. He will further expand the recognition of Puffy Muffy. When Oxford was recognized, and Londoners were still looking for Puffy Muffy, Marcell was determined to open a branch in London. "That's a great idea, what do you need me for this time?" asked Alan on the other end of the phone when Marcell called and told him the future plans for Puffy Muffy. "Look for a crowded a
But Dayton met Marcell face to face like he didn't expect him to be here. Dayton stopped his steps with an unexpected look at Marcell. Then look around at the Puffy Muffy stand."Hmm is this your business?" asked Dayton. "Yes, this is my business, just starting out." Marcell replied politely. Dayton nodded his head. "Excellent, you're a hardworking young man. I want to give it a try." Dayton examined the contents of the display case, where there were rows and rows of delicious-looking cookies. "I want this and this." Dayton's choices were Strawberry Chiffon Cake and Blueberry Japanese Pancakes.Mike helped wrap Dayton's choices in a small box. "Don't count," Marcell said to Alan before the man totaled Dayton's payment. Dayton gave him a smile of thanks. "You're very good at finding a way." That was Dayton's response to Marcell's behavior in giving him a free cookie. It was a path to a closer business friendship. "You have such a great selection of cakes. I want them all." Dayton
"Twenty bodyguards are too many for just an ordinary person. Try counting Dayton's bodyguards." Marcus spoke up comparing Dayton Longbuttom's bodyguards who were obviously important people. "Is he the son of a Mafia man?" asked Anne guessing. "This is very confusing. You're not mistaken Marie?" James asked making sure once again that he hadn't heard wrong. Marie rolled her eyes. It was annoying to be asked the same question over and over again. "Isn't that great news," Dayton said. Everyone was paying full attention to him. How could Dayton say something like that. "What do you mean?" asked Andreas. "If he really is the son of a Mafia man. He has a lot of bodyguards, and of course he likes money. It would be very easy to work with him. The money we bring will not be visible to the public. He'll keep it well, behind those ruthless bodyguards." Dayton casually folded his legs, sipping a glass of his favorite vodka. Everyone was transfixed. Understanding why Dayton was so smart w
Three more seconds of silence and only Alan's eyes on Marcell, the man could only chuckle and then shoo Alan away. "Tsk, you're the same. Go home then. Didn't give any advice at all." Marcell waved his hand. "Hahahaha, don't take it too personally. I won't force you to tell the truth. Take it easy, even if you're a Mafia son at the same time I don't have a problem. As long as you don't attack me." Finished with his activity of cleaning the peanut shells. Alan took a seat on the sofa. Alan seemed to be thinking ahead. Analyzing Marcell's story about his friends. "So they intend to use you like that?"Marcell nodded. "But I still don't understand their intentions. Why would they want me to hide their money?"Alan narrowed his eyes. "Wow, you're so naive. I doubt you're a Mafia man.""Tsk... let's not talk about that anymore!"Alan grinned. "It's probably because he was carrying money that didn't belong to him.""You mean corruption?"Alan nodded. "They're businessmen. And will always