"M... Mr. Richard?" she stammered while hiding her hands frantically behind her body. She stared in confusion at Richard's presence there even though she had previously confirmed that he was in his room.Richard looked at her with a small grin. "Are you surprised to see me here?" He approached her casually. "You didn't think that I would come, did you?"Richard snorted softly, looked at the woman coldly, and was never completely at ease with her existence. For that reason, he deliberately placed her closer, deliberately let her move and pretended not to know while talking as if he was trying to trust her.As he suspected, she was just biding her time. Something that felt elongated about her was proving to be true and was now happening right in front of her eyes."What are you doing?" Richard asked in his calmest and quietest tone.He wanted to see how far Andrea would go in front of him. The woman smiled awkwardly, still with her hand hiding the injection Richard had seen in her hand.
"There's no reason to hate is there?" Andrea answered Richard's question flatly as if she didn't care what Richard would do to her. From the look in her eyes, the woman did not seem to show any fear in the figure of Richard, who had now caught what she was doing openly. Instead, Andrea showed an arrogant attitude she had never shown before in front of Richard and the others in that place.She clearly looks like a different woman from the graceful woman she was before. This time, behind the calm figure of her eyes, she looks like she is holding madness, something that is clearly being held back and suppressed all this time so hard by Richard and the people who are watching her.It's not that Andrea didn't know that she was being watched by many of Richard's staff who kept watching her for almost twenty-four hours, they kept watching her like she was under house arrest, all her activities and what she did were constantly being noticed by them which were then reported to Richard.Richar
Andrea shook her head. "No... no way." She stared in disbelief at what Richard was telling her. Her eyes that just a short while ago looked tired from the torture, now seemed to light up again. "You couldn't have done it. I won't tell you how I did it."Richard smiled casually and went back to playing by tapping his fingers on the table again. "Why do you think I can't possibly do it?"He smiled, too, at the question, although his smile seemed weak. It was clearly to mock and belittle Richard. "Because you can't do it, you're too naive to be able to behave like that. You're not that bad. People like you really shouldn't own anything and do anything related to big things because you will find it difficult to make decisions that involve other people's lives."He observed Richard, before executing his plan, he first watched and understood Richard's movements. He finds out what Richard's weaknesses are and what he can do to make Richard weak and sympathetic to him.Then, he found out that
"Your master hasn't had breakfast yet." Smith, who had gotten the report earlier, was now trying to speak cautiously to him.Since this morning, Richard seemed to be in a bad mood. He was gloomy and looked colder than usual, making the others reluctant to talk. Even breathing around him felt tense. His servants seemed to avoid him, leaving only Smith, who had to face him alone as he was his servant.Richard didn't move a bit from his place. He had stayed there a few hours ago, watching the condition of his father, who was being treated by the medical staff who worked for the Marrison family.Richard's glance turned to Smith. "You don't have to think about it. I'll be fine. Get back to work. Put out another news story to bring back the stock prices of the previous companies. Switch the news until the previous news is completely buried."Since he had already gotten a confession from Andrea, he had no reason to keep getting them into trouble. Even though it was confirmed that some of the
After finishing the IV that was forced into his body, Richard returned to his room. According to advice that was more like a compulsion Richard finished his lunch thanks to Ed who said that Richard's body needed calorie intake and he hoped not to see Richard looking like a zombie tomorrow.Richard agreed, he was already feeling better. His body was no longer as heavy as before, this time it was lighter and his head was no longer as dizzy as before.His body became healthier, so he returned to his accumulated work. But with only a part of it opened and done, Smith knocked on her room and came inside after her permission."What's wrong?" Richard closed the file he was opening and examining.Smith stood not far from his desk. "Mr. Thompson has come back and wants to see you this year. Do I need to make him come back this time or wait?"Richard shook his head and got up. "No need, I'll see him now." He left his room, heading to another room Smith directed him to.Smith led Richard to a cl
"I understand, sir. I will endeavour to make sure that this kind of thing will never happen between us again in the future." Mr. Thompson, who looked tired of the situation he had just faced, spoke in a low tone.There was something that they were both aware of in the situation, something that they shared because they had the same responsibility. Richard understood why Mr. Thompson was sad but seemed to be mourning his dead daughter, because he was the leader of his family, his failure made him feel guilty but at the same time he realized that it was the best thing that could happen.While Thompson understood that Richarad as the leader needed to take the right action, it was the right thing for him to kill Andrea who had created a bad situation for him, he understood that Richard considered Andrea a traitor who deserved to die.He silently admitted that he could not possibly be so strong as to finish off his own daughter with his hands, no matter how much he loved his daughter. That'
"Are you sure you want to come to the company in brook city, sir?" Smitha handed him the suit she was holding and helped Richard to put it on.Richard stretched his arms out swiftly as Smith's hands tried to spread his suit, then as he buttoned the suit at the front, he said yes. "I'm going to check there directly as the center's representative, don't tell them that I'm coming, I'm sure if I change my appearance a little they won't recognize me too much."Richard planned to come there not as the head of the company but rather as a representative since he had never been there. Considering the subsidiary was the farthest away, he was sure they would not recognise him. Moreover, there weren't many pictures of him scattered around the internet to which they could compare him. The few scattered around were only pictures from the night his status was formalised, and he was sworn in as the new leader of the Marrison group.Smith nodded, he agreed with that because not many people recognized
They looked at Richard with smiling faces. "Yes, that means years." He said yes so quickly and so enthusiastically.Richard frowned. "So you don't know that it exists?"The smile on his face disappeared and suddenly became more serious. "How do you mean sir?" he wondered about something he didn't seem to know, even though he held a rather important status in the company, he was not just an ordinary staff working at the very outside.If he was compared to an orange, then he could say that he was the flesh, not the rind, not the fibres or the outer skin. She was the flesh of the fruit, but she had never heard of anything involving gifts on the company's celebration map. He was so curious, but he waited patiently for Richard, the man named Morel in the place, to sip the wine in his glass.Richard placed his glass on the table. "There are prizes, but they're not announced at the front of the party or held openly. They observe your work, then give a judgment, and send it directly to you."