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
Morel stood there, surrounded by the silence of the night that felt increasingly tense in the villa. It was already midnight, but the shadows of his past continued to haunt him mercilessly. He took a deep breath, hoping the cool night air would calm his chaotic mind. However, the memories were too strong, suffocating his chest. Unable to bear being in a place filled with the scars of his childhood, Morel decided to leave, returning to his home.When I arrived home, the atmosphere was calmer but not entirely soothing. The lights were still on, and when he opened the door, he saw Doris, who had not yet gone to bed, sitting in the living room with a surprised look at Morel's sudden return."Master Morel?" He greeted softly, his voice filled with worry. "Is everything alright?"Morel looked much different than usual. His usually calm and relaxed face now looked tired and rumpled. His typically neat hair was messy as if he had often messed it up in frustration. His piercing brown eyes now