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
All of Morel's childhood memories came flooding back into his mind, making him dizzy and tormented. He remembered Merian Spencer, his father, a rigorous man who never gave him any love. Merian always demanded Morel to be perfect, strong, and tough just so he could fulfill the expectations of being the next head of the Spencer family. However, the demands did not stop at words. His father often used violence to 'educate' Morel without caring about the scars, both physical and emotional, he left behind.Whenever Morel failed to live up to his father's standards, physical and mental torture came without mercy. He remembered how small he used to be, always living in the shadow of fear of Merian's anger. The beatings, shouts, and disappointed looks from his father were part of his daily life as if love and acceptance were things he didn't deserve.Morel remembers the dark days in this villa when he was a child and often faced the wrath of his father, Merian Spencer. One day, he had just re
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