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
Roan was brought to an empty building on the outskirts of the city. The building looked long disused, the walls were cracked, and the dim light from the lamps hanging from the ceiling gave it a gloomy impression. The sound of footsteps echoed through the empty hallways as Adnan and several other men dragged Roan's helpless body to the centre of the room.With his hands and feet bound tightly, Roan was thrown onto the cold, dusty concrete floor. He tried to get up, but pain shot through his body. His face was covered in sweat and blood from the minor cuts from the beating he had received earlier.One of the men approached him, looking at Roan with a cold gaze. "How dare you deceive with the Spencer name," he said, his voice full of anger. "You think the Spencer family can be played like this?"The man then kicked Roan hard in the stomach. Roan writhed in pain, his breath coming in gasps as he tried to endure the pain that was getting to him. "I... I can explain...," Roan tried to speak
Doris replied in a tone of reassurance, "Yes, Master. I will secure the building immediately. No one can touch it until we finish investigating everything." His voice flowed calmly as if he was used to handling precarious situations like this.Morel sighed, feeling a little weight lifted. "I'll be waiting for you at the building, Doris. Make sure you bring your best team. Something's not right here, and I want everything checked in detail."After hanging up, Morel felt the white envelope he was still crumpling in his hands. The letter sparked anger but also confusion. Who would dare say he wasn't Spencer's family? It felt like a big game was going on, and he couldn't grasp the whole picture yet.His thoughts returned to Roan. While looking out the car window, he decided that Roan's problem must be solved immediately. Morel pressed a button on his phone, dialing Adnan.Adnan answered quickly, "Yes, Mr. Morel.""I can't come to Roan's place right now," Morel said, his voice firm but res
Morel sat in a brightly lit office at his large, file-filled desk. In front of him, Marisa stood at attention, showing him the documents she had just finished. Her hands nimbly turned the pages of the report she had carefully prepared, explaining every detail to Morel."Everything has been organized according to your request. I have also double-checked the financial report, and there are no errors. The marketing plan for the next project is ready to be presented to the team," Marisa said, pointing to several key points in the document in her hand.However, after she finished speaking, Morel did not respond. Morel's eyes were focused on a single point in the room, but they seemed blank as if his mind had drifted away to another place. His usually nimble fingers signing documents were now silent, lying on the table.Marisa looked at her boss with some hesitation. "Morel?" she asked slowly, hoping to get his attention.Still no reaction. Morel remained silent as if the world around him d
Marisa smiled again with conviction. "It's just a feeling. Remember that your actions are far more important than mere words on paper. What matters is what you do and how you act on your beliefs. Don't let that letter interfere with your decisions and actions that have proven good so far."Morel, starting to feel calmer, replied with a small, grateful smile. "Thank you, Marisa. Perhaps I did overthink and let little things affect my mood. I really appreciate your support."After lunch, they exited the restaurant and walked around the area leisurely. While enjoying the fresh air and sunny afternoon, Marisa pointed excitedly toward a large building that appeared to be under construction."Look at that building," Marisa said with a wide smile, directing Morel's attention towards it. "It's a big project in the works. I'm always interested in seeing how things are built from start to finish."Morel turned his head and looked at the building under construction with interest. "Yes, it looks
Marisa and Morel sat tensely in the security room, their eyes staring intently at the CCTV footage's screen. Their focus was on only one thing: finding clues as to who had placed the mysterious box on Morel's desk. Several minutes passed, but nothing seemed out of place. The footage showed that no one had entered Morel's workspace, as if the box had appeared out of nowhere.Morel began to feel frustrated. "This guy must be perfect," he muttered, more to himself. "He must be a professional. There's no way he could have done this without being detected."Feeling angry, Morel turned his chair around and looked at the two guards standing stiffly behind them. He had an annoyed look on his face. "Can't you guys work properly? How could you not know that someone could come into the study and place a box on my desk without being caught?" his voice grew louder with each word, showing his growing frustration.The guards exchanged glances, looking nervous and not knowing what to answer. They kne
In his quiet yet tense office, Morel sat behind a large desk filled with documents and tools. His sharp gaze was fixed on Doris, who stood respectfully before him. The dim lighting adds to the severe and profound feel that pervades their conversation, creating a tense atmosphere. With every effort to calm his employer's nerves, Doris tried to ease the tense atmosphere with a confident demeanor. "Master, there's no need to think too far about this. I will find out who the person is who dared to disturb the master like this and disturb the tranquility that has been established. I promise to find the culprit and make sure they receive the consequences," Doris said in a confident tone, trying to give Morel a sense of calm and confidence.However, Morel's piercing gaze did not budge in the slightest. His face was filled with a tension that had clearly not been released. His exhalations showed how heavy a burden he felt. After moments of tense silence, where only the clock ticking could be