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.
The investigation team and police officers seemed confused by the facts. Marcell Clark's account was clean with no funds coming in from suspicious accounts or from Marcus. CCTV from the bar where they met also did not show Marcus giving Marcell cash. But the prosecution persisted and said that the young man named Marcell was so suspicious. There is no background and lineage. "What else should we do? Marcell is clearly clean from corruption money," Sean said to his superior Gillbert. Gillbert frowned as he flipped through the paper from Sean containing Marcell's account mutations. This incident gave him deja vu with the events of a few years ago. "This is familiar, we have solved clean cases like this. But the prosecutor still said that the perpetrator was guilty." Gillbert stopped what he was doing with the papers. "Don't let this evidence leak to anyone. And don't meet with anyone these days. Don't take any bribes Sean!" Gillbert warned. Next he stood up and left the room. Sean
"Marcus is becoming a secondary, or side topic. Shouldn't Marcus be the first to be suspected since he's the one who allegedly mediated between me and the Brighton regent in the headlines."Eric looked at Marcus in silence. He read from the look on the man's face that there was an air of defiance and self-defense. But then again, what Marcus said was true."Marcus will still be questioned." That was finally the decision Eric made. The case seemed to be spinning, the culprit might be someone else. But Marcell looked suspicious too. It is precisely that the higher-ups make more use of someone unknown like Marcus as a safe. Not to mention the closeness of Marcell who apparently often met with Marcus."It would seem fair if Marcus was also examined. Have you seen my account mutation?" asked Marcell. Perhaps the corruption eradication agency was open with its investigation."We haven't talked about that again," Eric replied. They have no appointment to meet, maybe the agency's investigatio
A new message containing the location of the mysterious caller. "There's the location." Marcell pointed his phone at Mike. Mike clicked on the location to check it on maps. It opened to a city that Mike never knew. Yes, even though he wasn't a native Englishman, the city looked unfamiliar and small on the map. "Where is this?" Mike wondered. "Yeah I don't really know England either." Marcell said. "I don't think you should fall for that mysterious phone call. It's a trap and will lead you to worse things." Mike advised. Not only was the number unknown, its intentions unclear, Mike also avoided complicating matters further. Given that Marcell was currently being played. Marcell also felt so. Maybe it had something to do with Marcus, let alone Dayton. "You'd better go back to sleep, rest first. We'll think of a way out later." Mike got up from the chair. Giving a soothing word to Mike so that he doesn't think too much. Marcell also got up and went back into the room. Just laying