Morel and Marisa finally stopped before a ride that looked a little spooky-a haunted house. The dim lights and strange noises inside made the atmosphere even more eerie. Morel looked at the ride with a calm yet slightly confused look.He asked Marisa dubiously, "Are you sure about this?"Marisa looked at him with a challenging smile. "Of course! Are you afraid, Morel? I'll understand if you're scared."Morel smiled faintly, stifling a laugh. "Of course not at all," he replied calmly, even though he knew Marisa was teasing.Marisa chuckled at Morel's answer. "Well, then, let's see who's braver!" she said, pulling Morel into the haunted house ride.Morel followed Marisa, ready to face whatever was inside.As they entered the haunted house, darkness immediately enveloped them. Rustling sounds and creepy whispers echoed around, making the atmosphere tense. However, despite the gloomy and intimidating atmosphere inside the attraction, Marisa was fearless.She walked in front of Morel with
After leaving the amusement park, Morel and Marisa were now in the car, driving on the streets that were becoming deserted as the night wore on. The atmosphere inside the vehicle was cosy, accompanied only by the roar of the engine and the wind blowing softly from the slightly open windows.Morel sat in the driver's seat, moving his shoulders to stretch his tense muscles. The slight movement revealed the fatigue from the previous incident, though he tried to hide it. Sitting next to him, Marisa watched his movements closely, her eyes following every move Morel made. She could feel the tension in the air, though Morel tried not to show it."Are you exhausted from the fight?" asked Marisa in a worried tone, her voice soft yet caring. Her gaze didn't look away from Morel as if trying to read more profound than the words she was about to say.Morel looked away for a moment, then smiled slightly, a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "Of course not," he replied calmly, his voice soundi
Morel sat quietly in his chair, his fingers fumbling with the black invitation envelope he had just received. The black colour was striking, as if it held a secret that couldn't be ignored. His gaze was sharp, moving from the envelope to Doris, who stood before his with a severe expression."What does this mean, Doris?" Morel asked, his voice flat yet full of firmness, signalling that he took this matter very seriously and needed a clear explanation.Doris gave Morel a meaningful look, his lips tightening slightly as if he was thinking of the right words before finally answering carefully, "There is someone who claims to be a descendant of the Spencer family."Morel's eyebrows rose, showing both deep interest and doubt. "Spencer?" he repeated in a tone as if trying to digest the information that had just been conveyed as if the name had brought back relevant memories or context in his mind. He waited for further explanation, his eyes remaining focused on Doris, signalling that this in
Morel then walked over to the large wardrobe in the corner of his room, opening it quietly. Inside hung an elegant black suit that had been specially chosen for this occasion. The suit was made of a light yet strong material, ideal for the tropical atmosphere of Kordius Island while giving it an air of authority. Morel picked up the suit, feeling its smooth texture against his fingertips, before hanging it outside the closet as part of his preparations.He then went to the small table near the bed, where a black suitcase awaited him. It was filled with essentials, classified documents, advanced communication devices, and small weapons neatly stored in hidden compartments. Morel opened the briefcase, checking the contents carefully to ensure everything was in place.Doris, who had just finished another task, entered the room with Morel's ringing cell phone. "Call from the security team, sir," he said as he handed over the phone.Morel took the phone and spoke briefly with one of his te
Morel pondered for a moment, convinced that his hunch was correct. This party was far from ordinary. From the various conversations he overheard, he could conclude. "This is no ordinary party but an event designed for the chosen people, with limited access. Meanwhile, the uninvited who attend pay a very high price to be able to come to this party."He took a deeper look at the atmosphere around him. Although the event was elegant and calm, a tense atmosphere lurked behind the guests' smiles and laughter. They had come not just to socialize but with a greater purpose—to gain benefits, connections, or perhaps something deeper and mysterious.Even more suspicious is the presence of prominent businessmen at this party. They are not people who would spend time on a mediocre event. This suggests that the person throwing this party is not a random person. There was great power and influence behind the scenes, attracting the attention and attendance of essential people from various industries
The guest looked at Morel with a cynical gaze, full of dissatisfaction. Inwardly, he wondered why this man behaved as if he knew more than they did. There was a growing sense of annoyance that Morel seemed to be questioning something that many people at this party already thought was obvious."Why does this man feel the need to judge and doubt everything?" the guest thought that Morel's attitude was too condescending and disrespectful of established trust. "As if he has the right to determine who can truly be called the Spencer family."One of the guests, who seemed to be an important figure among them, frowned and replied impatiently, "What do you mean by that question? This is a very prestigious party. The Spencer family could not have come without certainty. Everyone here knows how important this event is."Another guest, already feeling uncomfortable, added sarcastically, "Maybe you don't understand how much this means. The Spencer family has a highly respected reputation. No way
Morel quickly left the crowd, ignoring their warnings of a missed opportunity. Trying to get out of the crowd as soon as possible, two twin women with similar faces suddenly appeared out of nowhere and immediately confronted him. Their sudden presence and the sharp gaze that emanated from their eyes instantly created an agitated atmosphere, as if the air around him became heavy and difficult to breathe.Although Morel felt uncomfortable and wary in his heart of hearts, he tried to remain calm and ignore their presence. However, he realized that avoiding them was no easy feat. Just as he was trying to find an opening to step to the side and away from them, one of the twin women stepped forward with a graceful yet firm movement, blocking Morel's path with her slender yet sturdy body. "I can't just let you go," she said calmly and meaningfully as if every word she uttered implied a threat that could not be taken lightly.Standing not far beside her, her twin immediately replied in an equ
Morel looked at Roan Spencer, who had just been introduced by Mr. Ashgado. His eyes narrowed slightly as a familiar feeling began to emerge. "Looks like I've seen him before," Morel muttered softly, more to himself. His mind whirled rapidly, trying to figure out where he knew this figure from, and in the quiet of his mind, he sensed an awkwardness that was hard to ignore. Vague memories began to emerge as if the scattered puzzle pieces were starting to reassemble. His mind jumped from one memory to another, like a red thread connecting every point in his past. Then, as if a curtain was lifted, he suddenly remembered. "Wait... he was with Ashgado a lot," he whispered, her tone this time containing a mixture of surprise and certainty. His eyes widened slightly as his consciousness began to uncover the hidden facts, realizing that Roan was not a stranger but someone who had been around Ashgado with a much different appearance.Morel vividly remembered how this man used to appear, far dif