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
Morel watched Roan's expression intently, trying to read behind his words. He knew that Roan was trying to buy time, but Morel had no intention of letting him off the hook so quickly. He stepped closer, his gaze sharp and determined."Good," Morel said in a firm tone. "We don't mind waiting as long as we see him shortly. The guests here, including myself, want certainty before committing further. As you said, Roan, this is a great opportunity. So, let's make sure everything is clear."The guests who heard that immediately agreed, and they started talking to each other enthusiastically. "Yes, we want to see it!" exclaimed one of the guests. "That will make us more trusting and ready for massive investment!" said another guest excitedly.Roan could only smile stiffly while trying to keep his composure in front of everyone. Morel stared at Roan intensely, thinking, "How dare this guy. It's obvious that he's a fraud." However, Morel kept his calm demeanor. After all, he knew that open co