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
Morel only smiled slightly at the insults from the guests. He had no intention of retaliating, instead letting their words pass by. He felt sorry for these people in his mind- they looked like fools quickly charmed by sweet words and empty promises. Morel knew they were too hasty to believe in Roan when there were so many suspicious signs that they should have been able to see.While watching Roan speaking confidently in front of the guests, Morel thought, "You're all walking into a trap, and by the time you realize it, it might be too late." However, he decided not to say anything more for now. Better to keep quiet and observe, waiting for the right moment to act.Morel remained standing among the crowd, refraining from getting further involved in a debate that would only waste his energy. He looked at the guests who were so enthusiastically listening to Roan, even though this all felt like a charade from his perspective. One of the guests, a man in an expensive suit, tapped Morel o
Roan, with a slightly panicked look on his face, stepped forward to explain to the guests. "Look, everyone! I am part of the Spencer family! Don't let this nonsense make you doubt."However, in his heart, Roan was getting increasingly annoyed at the behavior of Adnan and the other men in black suits. "What the hell are these men? Are they not properly trained to support me here? They should know their roles!" Roan thought with a lot of pent-up anger.Feeling the need to take control, Roan shouted at Adnan in a sharp tone. "Hey! Do you remember what you were told? You are my subordinate! Know yourself, follow the scenario!" He still thought that Adnan and his friends were Mr. Ashgado's messengers tasked with helping him run this charade.Roan clenched his hands behind his back, trying to contain his anger. He couldn't let his temper explode before the guests, but he felt deeply humiliated."You idiot," Roan thought angrily. "You'll see, I'll cut their pay. They should support me, not p
Roan, who had been caught, tried to resist with all his might. However, all his efforts were in vain. The two Spencer family envoys held him firmly, not giving him the slightest chance to escape. Roan shouted, cursed, and struggled, but his strength was insufficient to resist their combined strength."Hey! Let go of me!" Roan shouted angrily, though his voice was starting to sound desperate. "You guys don't know who I am! I'm part of the Spencer family! This is all a big misunderstanding! You'll regret it if you don't let me go!"Adnan just shook his head with a look full of contempt. "Stop lying, Roan Erthio. Your pretence is over. You will be punished as ordered by the head of the Spencer family."Roan panicked even more, his eyes bulging with fear. "No! You guys are wrong! I can explain everything! Just give me some time! Mr. Ashgado, he knows everything, he told me to! Please!" he cried, his voice now sounding pleading.However, no one paid any attention to her. Adnan and the mess