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
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,
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
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
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
"Please clean this one," said a guest who came to the restaurant and pointed to a table that had just been empty and had not been cleaned.Morel, who was arranging the tableware at another table, immediately approached the table. "Okay, just a moment." He answered quickly and cleaned the table immediately.Morel wiped the table clean and then carried the dirty dishes on the tray he had brought. This was Morel's second job today after he had been a cashier at a small shop. Morel was eager to increase the number of part-time jobs he could do because he wanted to raise 8000 dollars as soon as possible.With the 8000 dollars he had accumulated from his work, he wanted to buy a ring with a sapphire stone.A few weeks ago, Morel saw the ring in a shop with Anna, a woman Morel had been in love with for three months. Anna was a beautiful, petite woman with a small face and a short haircut. Anna looked perfect to Morel.At that time, Anna said that she wanted the ring. Meanwhile, Morel felt th
"How could you do this to me, Anna?" Morel stared at the woman he had been in love with for the past three months in disbelief.The woman seemed to take off her clothes, they briefly kissed before entering the room, and Morel saw it. Morel was stunned for a while until he finally banged on their door.Anna looked a bit surprised for a moment, then afterward, she leaned closer to Robert, the stranger Morel didn't recognize, and then she deliberately kissed him on the cheek.Morel's eyes opened wide. He was not mistaken. Anna did cheat on him."Anna, what are you doing?" Morel tried to pull Anna's hand away, but she pushed him away.Anna looked at Morel with her eyebrows twitching in distaste. "Don't touch me." She gave Morel a strange look. "Of course, I can do it because I feel bored with you."Morel stared at the woman uncomprehendingly. What made Anna feel bored? For three months, their relationship was delicate. There was no problem, so suddenly Anna said she was bored. That didn't
"I am Doris, young master." Doris greeted him.Morel looked at Doris with a strange gaze. He noticed the man's appearance from top to bottom. From the clothes to the watch he was wearing, he looked luxurious. Young master, what? That man even looked better than him. Did he say that to insult him? Morel felt annoyed and walked past him."You don't need to call me, young master. Because I'm not your young master." Morel said without turning to Doris, he intended to leave there on his scooter."But you are, indeed, my young master. Mr. Morel," Doris said again.Morel lowered his hand about to put on his helmet, then turned to Doris with a cold gaze. All this time, he had lived a hard life, enduring various sufferings just to survive. Accepting the mistreatment of others even to the point of having to get used to being insulted by people just to keep the job he had, just to make a living.Then he comes and claims to be his servant. Is that possible?He looked poorer than him, so how could