Marcell glanced around. Where he was stuck on the guard that Robert had set up. Alan sat on the hood of Marcell's car. He too was a bit creeped out as he knew there was no escape route. "You must have heard about me from them," Robert opened his voice. The dim light from the lakeside made the atmosphere even more tense. "Not much." This was true. That's why Marcell was willing to buy a Porsche and join Robert's car club. "What do you know?" Robert asked quietly. Now he wasn't as angry as before. It was useless for him to be furious, Marcell had his own way of dealing with it. Sigh. Marcell finally opened his mouth. There were two possibilities if he revealed what he knew and his intentions to Robert. First, Robert's guards would take him and torture him in a special room. Second, Robert was on his side, where he hated Dayton and his conspirators including Marcus. However, the second option is unlikely. Considering Marcell had played Robert undercover into his car club. "I hea
Robert smiled wryly at Marcell's question. "You've managed to get in their circle, and have even gained the trust to turn around the money Dayton has taken from the budget funds.""You think I trust you that easily? What makes you want to expose them when you've already gotten the chance to grow your business more." Robert glanced at the Porsche Taycan behind Marcell. "You're an orphan and just starting your business, where did you get the money to buy a Porsche?"Damn, Robert was a very careful person. Not careless, can't just trust others. "I haven't received a penny from Dayton." Marcell emphasized again. "This is my savings, you can check my account or the shares I own."Robert narrowed his eyes. Watching the look on Marcell's face or the way he said what he wanted. It was still hard to accept all of Marcell's evasions, why that man had persisted to buy a Porsche to join his car club and meet him until now. It all felt odd. Who was Marcell Clark really? "No matter what you say,
"It's getting close to the day, we can't be stuck in this process forever." Mr. Tiernan started his meeting with H155, Dr. Ivan and Prof. Jose in his room. Given the deadline for the completion of the mission for the subject still did not find a bright spot. This time it was even more complicated and convoluted. The subject had spent a lot of funds, but still no success. " I'm sorry for the mess that has been going on lately." H155 felt reluctant. Recalling that yesterday there was also the problem of 155.23's connection disconnection. "No problem, things like that are already a risk for us 155.23 creators. But what I'm concerned about is when we can see the results of M155's struggle towards her mission." Given that Tiernan had to meet with investors again the day after tomorrow. Discussing the progress of M155."Mr. Tiernan, M155's position looks dangerous. She has entered Robert's sphere. I don't know what he was talking about when the system connection was lost." Prof. Jose rai
Why does coincidence continue to haunt him. Now Marcell looked uneasy. What if Marcus deliberately came to his bakery to discuss Robert. Maybe Marcus knew about him deliberately entering Robert's car club. Or maybe Robert deliberately came to Marcus to ask about him. "Tsk... damn it." Marcell unconsciously swore softly. But got the attention of Arjuna. The man approached him still wearing an apron on the front of his body. Full of flour and cake flavor. Suddenly Marcell turned his head to find Arjuna in front of him. Marcell was relaxing on the second floor balcony of Puffy Muffy. With a cup of coffee and a piece of red velvet from the bakery. "You're so rumpled," said Arjuna taking a seat in front of his boss who was younger than him. "Yes, I have a lot on my mind." Marcell replied simply. "Sales are skyrocketing, but you have a lot on your mind." Marcell just shut up and didn't reply again. "Sorry to interrupt your time. But I have something to say." Arjuna started a serious
Marcell was speechless once Marcus found out he was approaching Robert. He smiled stiffly before wetting his suddenly dry lips. "Why are you asking about Robert?""Well after I accidentally told you about Robert when we were golfing. I guess you heard something from there," Marcus replied."I really didn't expect you to think I approached Robert because of that. It's just something I didn't expect either. I bought my new car as a reward for my hard work, and yeah the marketing told me that there was a cool car club there." Marcell started making up stories. "And I thought it was great for building my social circle and networking. But wait... The Robert you told me about is the same Robert?" Okay Marcell's acting was starting to match that of actor Robert Mariano. "An actor?" asked Marcell once again to make sure. Not forgetting to show his disbelieving face. Marcus now showed his confused face. After hearing the story made up by Marcell or that the young man in front of him who fel
"Why are you telling me this?"Jacob was silent for a while, just staring at Marcell with his silent and serious face. "You have no intention of twisting the facts and the perpetrator?"Marcell squinted his eyes trying to read what Jacob had in mind. Is he helping Dayton or is he trying to switch sides to Marcell?"Your point?"Jacob lit up his cigarette again, once the previous one was gone. The man took a drag as he absorbed his own thoughts. He was fed up with the dirty work Dayton was giving him. While behind it Jacob had known everything and had only been silent and followed Dayton's orders. "Let's work together to expose Dayton Longbuttom."Marcell blinked his eyes, he was suddenly stunned by Jacob's words. Previously the man told him about Dayton's evil intentions, now Jacob invited him to expose Dayton. "Is this why you told me about Dayton's intentions?"Jacob nodded. "Why do you suddenly think so?" asked Marcell. He was afraid of being trapped again like when chatting with
Mike knocked loudly on Marcell's bedroom door. Brutally and impatiently. Calling out the owner's name and continuing to knock. "Marcell! Marcelll... wake up!" shouted Mike at the door. A minute later after Mike's riotous behavior in front of his room, Marcell opened the door with unsteady consciousness. His eyes were still closed, his hand was messing up the back of his hair. Mike looked at Marcell fiercely, his eyes showing disappointment. But Marcell's not-yet-open eyes didn't know it. "You disturbed my sleep," Marcell muttered. "You received money from the regent of Brighton?" asked Mike matter-of-factly. Which immediately made Marcell force his eyes wide open. Although still squinting with his eyebrows together, but Marcell had managed to see Mike who looked fierce in front of him. "What?" "You're laundering money in your bakery business." "How can you tell me that?" asked Marcell with a confused look. Already the door to his room had been banged on. Now he was being pe
Alan immediately contacted the best lawyer he knew as soon as he heard about Marcell's case on the news. Without further ado, he contacted Marcell and came to his friend's apartment."What's going on? Didn't Jacob invite you to join forces to bring down Dayton?" Alan asked as soon as Marcell opened the apartment door.Today Marcell couldn't leave the house at all. He could only entrust Puffy Muffy to Mike. Which maybe with today's issue will affect sales at Puffy Muffy too.Marcell invited Alan to enter first."This is Jacob's trap," Marcell said as he sat down on the sofa.Alan frowned and sat down on the sofa as well. "What does that mean?""He made news about me to lure the main culprit.""How does that work?""The anti-corruption authorities will investigate me. If I'm proven innocent Marcus and his friends will be investigated. But I need one piece of hard evidence," Marcell trailed off."What?""I need the file in Robert's hands."Alan was pensive. Trying to think of a way out.