The man was getting annoyed, and he showed deep dissatisfaction with Morel's words. "You've gone too far. How dare you behave like that towards me," the man said in a haughty and arrogant tone. His eyes narrowed sharply, reflecting deep displeasure at the incident that had just occurred.Morel looked at the man with a flat face, trying to hold back the emotions beginning to rise within him. He felt uncomfortable with this situation, but he still tried to remain calm and not be provoked by the man's defiant attitude. "That's none of my business. "You're shameless, rudely bumping into me, knocking over my drink that I just bought," he said calmly yet firmly. "You made no effort to apologize and admit your mistake. Instead, you chose to get angry and insult me."The man replied with a tone full of implied threats, "You'll see, I'll make you regret making me like this," while pointing at his dirty clothes from Morel's coffee spill. Her expression was still full of unconcealed displeasure
Darko looked back at Morel's entire body from top to bottom, and his casual attire made Darko hesitate. During this time, all the guests who came must have been dressed in their best because it was the etiquette to enter this building. "Are you absolutely sure he's an important guest of Mr. Louins?" Darko asked the woman to confirm once again while glancing at Morel.The woman gave Darko a sharp look. "Clothes don't determine a person's worth, Darko. I just got a message from Mr. Louins' secretary that a critical guest is coming to see him. The timing is perfect with Mr. Morel's arrival, and I'm pretty sure Mr. Morel is that critical guest." Morel smiled slightly, seemingly unperturbed by Darko's doubts. "I understand your hesitation, Darko. I came not to be seen but to talk about important matters with Mr. Louins. As I said, you will find out who I am later." Morel continued as he stared intently at Darko, his eyes full of certainty about his purpose there.Then Darko looked very fr
He was an elderly gentleman by the name of Mr. Louins Senra, a wise and well-respected leader in the company. He was about 60 years old now, with white hair that was neatly combed to the side, giving an impression of calmness and experience.Mr. Louins, who saw from a distance that Morel was being yelled at and pointed at disrespectfully by one of the employees in the company, Mr. Louins immediately ran over to them. "What the hell! How dare you yell and cuss at our critical guest!" With a hurried voice, Mr. Louins quickly wanted to stop Darko's rambling. His face was flushed with anger and disbelief as he approached them, and he continued in a tone of authority, "You have no right to treat my guests like that! This is a major violation of our work ethics, and I will not tolerate it!" Mr. Louins looked at Darko sharply, hoping that his quick action would defuse the situation and preserve the honor of his guest, Morel, whom he respected so much.Darko stopped immediately. He saw that i
Mr. Louins smiled broadly, the hue of happiness evident on his wrinkled yet energetic face. His bright eyes sparkled like the morning sun breaking through the fog. With careful but sure movements, he took out a piece of paper from the leather folder he always carried with him."Here, Mr. Morel," Mr. Louins said in a voice full of warmth and pride. "This is the invitation letter for the shareholders' meeting."Morel accepted the paper with a firm but gentle hand. He unfolded the paper, and her eyes swept over each line of words carefully. The room was quiet momentarily, with only clockwork ticking echoing off the old wooden walls.After a few seconds that felt like minutes, a faint smile was etched on Morel's face. He nodded slowly, then looked at Mr. Louins with a warm, appreciative gaze. "Good work, Mr. Louins," Morel said in a thankful tone.Mr. Louins bowed slightly in thanks. "I was just doing my duty, Mr. Morel. It was a pleasure to help you."As Louins turned to leave, he paused
Morel sat in the backseat of the car with his cell phone in hand, reviewing notes related to the critical shareholder meeting he was heading to. The car drove slowly across the highway that cut through the valley, accompanied by the hoofbeats of horses on the fertile land. The morning sun shone through the trees, and the green hills framed a spectacular view.They passed small villages with thatched houses set amongst green fields. In the distance, the mountain peaks rose high, covered by slowly moving white clouds. The fresh mountain air invigorates the long drive, providing peace before Morel enters the city's heart for his important meeting.After a breathtaking drive through beautiful mountains and valleys, Morel arrived at the grand building where the important shareholders' meeting was held. The car pulled up in front of the entrance, and Morel got out with a steady stride. He was immediately greeted by an atmosphere of enthusiasm and professionalism.The surroundings of the bui
The meeting was finally over, and the shareholders began to leave the meeting room one by one. Some of them came out with sour faces and unpleasant expressions, perhaps due to disapproval or doubts about the plan that had just been presented.They had been engaged in intense discussions and in-depth analysis of the company's future for more than two hours. While many were impressed by the data and strategies presented by Marisa, it was clear that not everyone could be thoroughly convinced.Marisa stood at the front of the meeting room, observing their departure calmly yet thoughtfully. She knew that changing the direction of a large company like this would not be easy and that there would always be skeptics of change. However, his faith in the data and the vision he had laid out gave him the strength to keep going.As this was his first time participating in a more than two-hour meeting, Morel felt a little exhausted. Although he had previously undergone a meeting simulation made by D
Morel's heart skipped a beat when he heard Marisa's distressed voice. Without hesitation, he quickened his pace towards the source of the commotion. As he got closer, he saw Marisa standing tall, her eyes burning with anger, facing off against a man who looked frustrated and angry. Morel felt alarmed as he watched the situation escalate.Marisa sounded so emotional she shouted while glaring at Paul, "Let me go! I told you that I never liked you at all." Marisa struggled to remove her hand from Paul's grasp but remained firm in her stance. Her eyes radiated tremendous courage and firmness.Morel, who saw and heard the situation, found it surprising, "Oh, he is Paul. I knew he was from the Incra family, one of the 15 richest men in the city. I didn't expect that he was Marisa's lover." Morel muttered to himself while staring at the two people from a distance. He choked up, a little surprised by the fact.Paul smiled faintly, grinned with certainty, and said in a calm yet pressing tone, "
Marisa was shocked by what had just happened. She was silent momentarily, her eyes glued to Morel's figure. She was trying to digest all the information and events that had just happened while her mind spun in circles, looking for an explanation. "Are you alright, miss?" Morel asked gently, slightly joking as he addressed Marisa with that formal title.Marisa, still in a state of shock, could only remain silent and nod slowly, trying to compose herself. Her heart was beating fast, and her breathing felt heavy. She took a deep breath, trying to gather the strength to deal with the situation that had suddenly turned chaotic. On the other side, Paul, who had fallen, tried to get up. His face was flushed with anger and embarrassment. "How dare you do this to me!" he shouted angrily. He advanced to attack and launched a series of punches at Morel.However, Morel nimbly dodged every punch Paul threw. His movements were smooth and efficient, like those of a trained fighter used to this situa
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