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
Roan, who appeared calm on the surface, felt his anger boiling over at Morel's statement, doubting his identity. Although upset, Roan knew showing his emotions to the guests could ruin his image. He clasped his hands firmly behind his back, trying to restrain himself.With a forced smile, Roan looked at Morel and said, "Of course, you don't know about this because the Spencer family is very secretive. Only a few people know of our grand plan. And, yes, I've already gotten permission to start this new business."Roan's words were followed by cheers from the guests, who immediately agreed and supported him. "This is going to be a great business!" shouted one of the guests enthusiastically. The others cheered along, feeling the same excitement as if they envisioned this opportunity's vast profits.Roan, now feeling more confident after gaining the support of the guests, stepped forward. With a triumphant smile, he raised his hand to ask for everyone's attention. "Thank you for your supp
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