All of them were surprised to hear what Morel said, so all eyes were on him. Because they all often passed through the Grand Houston area and admired the splendor of the houses there.With a look of astonishment, the golf course ranger couldn't hide his growing curiosity. "Do you live in the house at the far end of the building, sir?"In front of the doorman, Morel nodded his head and, with a flawless face, replied, "Yes, this is my house. I live there." The look in Morel's eyes indicated the belief that the house really belonged to him.However, when the man who bumped into Morel earlier was somewhat annoyed to hear it, his voice sounded firm and loud, "Hey, don't lie. I know you don't live there because I've never seen you there or around the neighborhood,". The man's eyes displayed doubt.The expression on Morel's face was full of undeniable truth and firmness. "I'm not lying, I do live there,"The man arrogantly took every inch of Morel's body, from top to bottom. He spoke in a vo
The golf course doorman and Treyal looked very surprised to hear the apology from the golf course owner to Morel. Moreover, the doorman or employee of the golf course owner had never seen his boss bow and apologize so sincerely. "What are you doing, sir? Why would you apologize to someone like him?" he asked in a confused and doubtful tone.Treyal, who had underestimated Morel from the beginning, thought that the golf course owner was only apologizing as a formality and would send Morel away immediately after that. His conviction was evident from the look of satisfaction in his eyes as if he believed the situation was still in his favor. "Ah, I see now," Treyal said with a sarcastic laugh. "So, you're just apologizing first before sending him away, right?" Because to Treyal, the golf course owner's father was so respectable and had a very good attitude, he thought the golf course owner would kick Morel out after apologizing. "I knew you wouldn't let someone like him stay here," he con
Treyal, feeling caught between humiliation and mounting tension, paused for a moment. His expression turned into a mixture of anger and disbelief. He knew that going against the owner's decision could be bad for his reputation, but his pride could not accept defeat easily. Treyal stepped closer to Morel with steady steps. "So, you want to kick me off this field now?" he demanded in a sharp voice, glaring directly at Morel with a piercing gaze and demanding an answer to his firm decision to play alone.Morel remained silent, letting his unanimous decision speak for him. His eyes looked at Treyal with firmness, but no words came out of his mouth. He chose not to engage in a direct altercation with Treyal, showing that he preferred to maintain his composure rather than get involved in an unnecessary argument. His silence emphasized that his decision was final and inviolable, with no need to voice it.Then Treyal approached the pitch owner. His expression filled with tension. "You can't
Morel had finished practicing golf and walked off the course, feeling relieved as he stretched his slightly sore body. With a satisfied smile, he reflected on his new experience. As it turns out, playing golf is quite fun and challenging, even more than he imagined before. It's no wonder many wealthy people have golf as their favorite hobby. The million-dollar price tag of golf clubs reflects the exclusivity and prestige of the sport. Morel felt he understood more and more the appeal and charm of the game that is often considered a symbol of social status, and he was a little mesmerized by it all. It opened his eyes to a whole new world that he had never explored before, adding color to his already diverse life.After finishing his golf practice, Morel decided to go home after a long day on the golf course. Once at the door, he was warmly greeted by Doris, his loyal butler, who was always waiting with a friendly smile. "Welcome, Master Morel," Doris greeted, bowing slightly as a sign
The next day, Doris was already waiting for Morel in front of the house. With an attitude full of enthusiasm, he stood beside the car that was ready to depart. His eyes were full of eagerness and willingness to serve Morel faithfully. As a loyal servant, Doris was prepared to ensure that all preparations had been made perfectly to ensure Morel's comfort and satisfaction during the trip. He had checked every detail, from the car's cleanliness to ensuring that everything Morel needed was available in the vehicle.As Morel exited the house and prepared to leave, Doris swiftly approached. In a friendly and considerate manner, he opened the car door gently, "Please come in, Master Morel." After Morel got in, Doris nimbly got into the car. With fluid movements, he took his place in the driver's seat with expertise. Doris said kindly, "I'll take you there, Master. And I will also call the CEO to inform him of Master's presence." His words were delivered with confidence and care, reflecting h
"Huh," Rona was slightly surprised, still processing the words she had just heard from Morel's mouth. Then she laughed, "Morel, Morel, you're so funny. Did you hit your head? Or are you joking? Because it's so funny." However, Morel remained silent, looking at her seriously without showing any signs that he was joking.Rona began to feel something was wrong. she watched Morel more seriously, scanning his appearance from top to bottom. Morel's clothes now were very different from what Rona remembered. Previously, Morel had always appeared simple, with clothes that showed his status as a deliveryman. But now, Morel looked very neat and dressed in an elegant and expensive style. His appearance now reflected someone successful and wealthy.Rona felt anxious and confused. But she clearly remembered who Morel was before, a poor man who worked hard for his living. However, Morel's current appearance was very different, almost unrecognizable. Rona began to doubt her belief that Morel was stil
Rona was getting crazy at Morel's words. She felt that she had been insulted by Morel's calm demeanor. "Okay, fine, we'll wait five more minutes! And my future husband will also arrive," her voice echoed in the room, showing how upset she was. The fire of anger burned in his eyes,"In 5 minutes, you're the one who's going to be dragged out," he added in a raised voice, reflecting an explosive anger. "In addition to being dragged out, I will also trample on you. I can't wait for that. You're going to be a very embarrassing person," Rona threatened him in a hateful tone while casting a piercing gaze at Morel.With a piercing mocking smile, Rona began, "If only Anna were here right now, surely she would have joined in the laughter and happiness of seeing you dragged out in such disgrace," with a sarcastic tone, Rona tried to derive satisfaction from the image.Morel just shook his head calmly, then looked at Rona with eyes full of realization and bitterness. "You know, Rona," he said cal
Seeing Rona's frightened and embarrassed look, Morel raised his eyebrows slightly and said calmly, "So, you made a mistake, right?"Rona, still keeping her mouth shut, felt even more cornered. Her previously confident gaze now turned confused and full of guilt. Her face turned red, indicating how ashamed she was of her mistake. Morel, with his calm gaze, left the atmosphere quiet for a moment as if to give Rona time to realize and fully feel the consequences of her mistake.Rona immediately decided to speak, trying to hide her embarrassment and fear behind a haughty demeanor. "Made a mistake? Me? Don't just talk, Morel!" Rona tried to sound convincing even though her voice trembled slightly. "Ouch, talking to you is making me sick to my stomach. I'm going to the restroom first. And when I come back here, you must not be in this room anymore."Rona tried to maintain her arrogant attitude, although her pale face clearly showed her true feelings. She didn't want to admit her mistake, try
Alberix sat in his brightly lit room, his gaze fixed on the large screen showing Doris' press conference. From the start, he was calm and confident, certain that all his plans would go smoothly. However, when Doris presented the evidence against him, his expression began to change.He frowned, trying to understand every word Doris was saying. "No way! He can't do this to me!" he thought, agitated. Doris's calm, confident voice continued to ring out, describing the criminal acts he was accused of. When photos and videos of his lies appeared on the screen, Alberix's anger boiled over. "How dare he attack me like this!" he screamed in a trembling voice. Resentment and helplessness overcame him, and he wrung his hands on the table, grunting in frustration.Alberix stood up, no longer able to sit still. He stepped back, casting his eyes around the room, planning his next move. "This cannot go on. Doris has made a terrible mistake. He will pay for this," he muttered, teeth clenched tightly
There was a young servant pushing the tea table, the young servant looked nervous as he pushed the small table on which was a tray of hot tea. When he reached the door of Morel's room, he knocked carefully, hoping not to disturb his master. From inside came a calm but firm voice, "Come in."Slowly, the maid opened the door and stepped inside, her eyes briefly glancing at Morel who was busy behind the counter, immersed in his work. Without saying much, she poured tea into the prepared cup and placed it on the table in front of Morel. "Here, please, Master," he said in a polite and somewhat shaky voice, trying his best not to make a mistake. After that, he quickly turned around, intending to quickly exit the room.However, the sudden sound of Morel's heavy voice made him stop immediately. "Wait a minute," Morel said, standing up from his chair. "Stop right there."The maid instantly stopped in place, looking down deeply as she said, "What is it, Master?"Morel looked at her sharply, not
Inside a luxurious yet dimly-lit room, the atmosphere was warm and intimate. The walls are adorned with classical paintings, while dim lamps cast a soft glow throughout. In the background, jazz music played softly, mingling with the gentle clinking of glasses and the breeze from the slightly moving curtains.There was laughter, laughter filled with satisfaction and pride. In the center of the room, Alberix danced in a relaxed style, his steps light and to the beat of the music. In his hand, there was a glass of gold-colored drink that he occasionally lifted to take a sip. His face wore an expression of great joy, as if the world was on his side."How marvelous!" he said with another laugh, his eyes shining with sly excitement. He twisted his body elegantly, as if nothing could hinder his happiness that night. "This-this is so good. Look at all the bad press about Morel Spencer. The public hates him!" Alberix laughed even harder, the sound echoing throughout the room, filling the space
The news about Morel Spencer has reached a breaking point, becoming the main topic of every news channel, online discussion, and street conversation. Every article broadcasts a news story, and social media tweets revolve around the same conclusion: Morel Spencer should be held responsible for this mess.The video footage circulating online only made matters worse. The video shows Morel and Marisa leaving their mansion and heading to their car as if running away from trouble. All the evidence that emerged was deliberately cut from only one point of view, giving the strong impression that Morel was the mastermind behind the chaos that destroyed businesses across the city. Images of the black-clad rioters, who vandalized shops and named Spencer as their master, have reinforced the accusation that Morel was involved in this sinister conspiracy."Morel Spencer is a threat to us all!" asserted a political analyst on a talk show. "People like him use their power and money to control things,
The news quickly shook the Spencer family's reputation. Their company's share price fell sharply, creating panic among investors. Many began to demand that Morel Spencer be brought to justice, calling for him to take responsibility for the chaos. The mass media fervently heralded the news, highlighting how dangerous Morel's actions were to society. "Morel Spencer's reckless actions have jeopardised public safety!" screamed one news headline, complete with video footage showing the chaos in the streets. The public began reporting Morel en masse, with many voices calling for the authorities to take action. They claimed that Morel's reckless behaviour had created insecurity in their neighbourhoods. "We can't let someone like that roam around without consequences!" said one resident in an interview, expressing widespread anger. This made the situation even more tense. Marisa, who had been following the news with interest, felt how unfair all the accusations were. "This cannot be allowe
Marisa stared at her phone screen with bated breath, her eyes unblinking as the news about the mess involving Morel Spencer was displayed there. Breaking News: Street Chaos Caused by Morel Spencer?Tuesday night, a vast chaos rocked one of the city's main streets, involving Morel Spencer, the heir to the Spencer family, in a horrendous shootout. This riot caused mass fear but also caused severe traffic jams and undermined public order.Initial reports suggest that this incident was triggered by Morel Spencer's presence at the location. The attackers, suspected to be an organised armed group, seem to have planned this attack well in advance. However, some sources indicate that Morel's presence and manoeuvring in the business world attracted powerful enemies, eventually leading to this violent incident.Eyewitnesses mentioned that gunshots were clearly heard, with bullets hitting various vehicles around the scene. According to residents, Morel Spencer's convoy was travelling at high sp
The situation around Morel's place was utterly chaotic. The sudden attack from an unknown party had created great chaos. The sounds of explosions and gunfire filled the air, causing panic among the people who were there. Fear-filled faces ran for cover, not knowing what exactly was going on. Some people shouted, "Is this a terrorist attack?" The atmosphere grew tense while others desperately asked, "Why aren't any police here?"Amidst the chaos, a young woman ran around frantically, tears in her eyes, her face pale with fear. "Help, help me! I don't want to die here!" she screamed, her voice drowned out by the growing commotion. She began to get hysterical, not knowing where to go. Suddenly, the sound of a bullet whizzed by her, just inches from her head. The bullet pierced through the air with terrifying speed, making her gasp in shock. In an instant, her body fell to the ground, collapsing instantly from the fear that surpassed her limits. The people who witnessed the incident gre
Marisa and Morel were startled as the car suddenly stopped, causing their bodies to nearly collide with the front seats. They exchanged worried glances, especially Marisa. Her face was shocked, her eyebrows raised, and her mouth slightly agape.Her eyes widened as if trying to confirm what she was seeing. She leaned back into her seat, gripping the armrests tightly, her body tense with anxiety.They turned toward Doris, who was still staring straight ahead, her face tight with tension. “Doris, what’s happening?” Morel asked, his voice tinged with concern.Doris exhaled before responding, “Someone is blocking our path, Master.”Marisa and Morel looked ahead. Right in front of their car, another black car was parked horizontally, blocking their way. A man in a black t-shirt and matching sunglasses sat behind the wheel; visible through the dark lenses, his gaze exuded intimidation. Something about his demeanor raised suspicions.Marisa's heart pounded in her chest. She clutched her cloth
The press conference began in a grand and spacious room with over a hundred gathered reporters. The event was broadcast live on all television stations and social media platforms, attracting the attention of millions across the region. They all knew that Today, Morel Spencer, the mysterious figure who had long been hidden behind the shadows of his family, would finally speak. The atmosphere was tense, and the lights from the cameras flashed, illuminating Morel.With confidence, he stood in front of the podium, gazing at the journalists with a firm look. The noise of clicking cameras gradually subsided as he began to speak. "Thank you to everyone who is here Today. Today, I want to reveal something very important—about who I am, and I am here to declare that I am the leader of the Spencer family."Morel took a deep breath, fully aware of the weight of his words. His declaration would soon make it known to the public that he was now the head of the Spencer family.He concluded his speec