As Marvin stepped into the room, Mr. Vincent Troi’s eyes widened in disbelief. His heart pounded even harder, and for a brief moment, he forgot the pain surging through his body.“What…what is he doing here?” Troi muttered under his breath, his voice was filled with confusion and shock.Troi’s mind was racing. How did Marvin know where he lived? And how could he possibly be connected with James Hartford and Victor De Luca? These men didn’t associate with just anyone—they were too powerful, too careful. Was Marvin the one who led them here? No, that couldn’t be true… could it?Marvin, standing tall and calm, smiled slightly as he moved closer to Troi. Without warning, he threw a heavy punch directly into Troi’s jaw.Troi grunted in pain as his head snapped back. The punch was strong—much stronger than he had expected from someone like Marvin."You think you're so untouchable now, huh?" Marvin mocked, looking down at the crumpled figure of Troi. "You thought you could mess with me an
Marvin crouched down, his eyes were locked on Mr. Vincent Troi, the tension in the room was thick with anticipation. He leaned in close, his voice dropped into a whisper that sent a chill through Troi’s body."You want to know how I did it?" Marvin’s tone was calm, but there was a dark edge to it. "It all started last week, when I visited your office. You remember that little altercation we had, when you ordered your bodyguards to throw me out don’t you?"Troi’s face paled, and his mind replayed the events of that day. He remembered the chaos that occured that day, the heated words exchanged, but he couldn’t understand what Marvin was getting at."That’s when I set up a backdoor in your laptop," Marvin continued, as his smile was widening. "A backdoor, Mr. Troi, is a hidden way for me to access your computer without you knowing. While you were too busy thinking you’d won, I had already planted my trap."Troi’s heart raced. He stared at Marvin, and his eyes were wide with shock. He ha
Three weeks had passed since Marvin’s card was declined, and now he was back at the same establishment. The moment he walked in, heads turned, but not in admiration—people who recognized him cast dismissive glances in his direction. The respect they once had for him was gone. They remembered how he had requested for equipments worth 3.5 million dollars, only for his card to fail. To them, he was no longer the wealthy man he appeared to be.Marvin ignored the looks and walked straight toward the financial department. His steps were firm, but inside, his heart raced. He had something to prove.As he entered the department, he saw Derek behind the counter. Derek noticed him right away. Marvin pulled out his Diamond Royale card and spoke clearly, “Hello, Derek.”Derek squinted, trying to place the face. “You… I remember you. You are…”“Marvin, the guy whose transaction was declined,” Marvin said, helping him remember.“Aha!” Derek’s face lit up with recognition. “Yes, I remember you n
Derek laughed out loud as the payment machine displayed "PAYMENT DECLINED" again."Oh, it really happened again, just like I predicted!" he said, shaking his head in disbelief. His two colleagues burst into laughter, slapping each other on the back.“Well, you know the deal,” Derek said, still chuckling. “Take off your clothes and shoes. You promised.”Marvin's face tightened. “No, run the card once more,” he demanded, his voice was calm but firm.Derek rolled his eyes, clearly annoyed. “Come on, are we really doing this again? What makes you think your card is going to work this time? Are you trying to make a fool out of us?” Derek’s voice grew louder, and frustration was showing in his face.Marvin didn’t flinch. His eyes were cold and sharp. “Run the card once more,” he said, his voice was steady but with a chilling edge.Derek paused, noticing the change in Marvin’s expression. Something in those cold eyes made him flinch. He hesitated, but then, abandoning his earlier confidence
There at the Aurora grand hotel, Marvin stepped out of the hot shower, with the water still steaming as it ran down the tiled walls. He reached for a soft towel, wrapping it around his waist. His bathroom was spacious and sleek, with modern fixtures and a large mirror that reflected his focused expression. As he began drying his body, he couldn’t help but feel a rush of excitement. Today was a big day—the Neovalle Tech Conference was just hours away.Walking over to the sink, Marvin grabbed a comb and started grooming his hair, carefully parting it to the side. The Neovalle conference was more than just a gathering of tech enthusiasts—it was an opportunity for innovators to showcase their projects. The best exhibit would not only win a large cash prize but also gain the attention of key investors and influential figures. Marvin knew that his project, Helios, could be the game-changer that would put him at the forefront of the tech world here in Neovalle.Since last week, when he
Marvin’s assistant Kenny shifted uncomfortably, as his confidence started wavering. The sheer size of the other exhibits, the fancy vehicles, and the obvious wealth of the competitors were intimidating. He looked around at the drones, the robotic arms, and the giant screens showing off complex technology, and he began to feel a sinking sense of inferiority."Marvin," he whispered, hesitating. "Maybe we should have brought more equipment... or something bigger. Everyone else seems so prepared. We just have this one bag…"Before Marvin could respond, a group of contestants approached them. One of them, a woman in a sharp blue suit, eyed Marvin and his assistant with a mocking smile."Are you two really contestants?" she asked, her tone was condescending. "Or did you just get lost on the way to the audience seats?"Her friends laughed, their eyes were gleaming with amusement as they looked at the bag that was now in Marvin's hand.Marvin stood tall, his expression was calm but firm. "W
Marvin took a deep breath and stood up. With his assistant Kenny by his side, he began walking up to the stage. As Marvin walked upstage, it was not like he needed the funding from the influential judges, but he just wanted the go ahead and also the acceptance of his project Helios amongst the Neovalle people.Meanwhile Kenny’s hands were shaking as they moved closer. His heart pounded in his chest, and sweat beaded on his forehead. He could feel the eyes of the crowd on them, their stares were full of disbelief and judgement.As they walked, Kenny glanced at the rows of judges sitting at the front of the room. One of the judges, a woman with dark glasses and a sharp expression, looked at them with clear disdain. Another judge, an older man with a thick beard, shook his head slightly, as if he was already disappointed.Kenny swallowed hard. He could feel the weight of their judgement, the tension in the air was thick around him. Everyone had arrived with huge setups—luxury vehicl
Marvin turned to Kenny, his voice was low but firm. “Would you shut up, so we can begin what we came for?” he said. Kenny’s face turned red, and he swallowed hard, trying to calm his nerves. He knew Marvin was right. Now was not the time to panic.Kenny nodded, though his hands were still trembling, and he began to help Marvin unpack the equipment from the bag.He carefully lifted out the first item—what looked like a sleek, compact machine. It was the CNC machine, used to shape materials with extreme precision.In the crowd, a few people whispered among themselves, smirking. “This exhibition is going to be nothing,” one of them said. “It’s too immature to be worth anything important.”Marvin didn’t seem to notice or care. He was focused, pulling out the next piece of equipment—an industrial 3D printer. It was small compared to the grand machines others had brought, but Marvin knew its power. This printer could create intricate parts that traditional tools couldn’t. Parts for energy