Marisa and Morel walked for quite some distance until they finally stopped near Marisa's car. Marisa looked at Morel seriously while running her fingers through her hair. She then flicked her hair back with her hands, a gesture that looked very natural. "What you're doing is crazy," Marisa said sternly. "I'm pretty sure he or his family will get back at us later."Morel, whose face showed a hint of confusion at Marisa's statement, tried to understand Marisa's concern. He felt that there was something he didn't fully understand. "Why do you look unhappy?" Morel asked in a slightly confused tone. "I just wanted to help solve the problem with the person in question. I have no other intention than to help."Although Marisa felt a little happy to have been helped by Morel, she still didn't like involving other people in her problems. "I can take care of my problems," Marisa replied softer but firmly. A faint feeling of gratitude could be seen in her eyes, but she preferred to hide it. Afte
Paul finally arrived at his house with slightly dishevelled clothes and messy hair, resulting from his frequent head scratching during his emotional outburst. Sweat beaded on his forehead, adding to his dishevelled appearance. Once inside the house, without wasting time, Paul headed straight for his father's study, like a child who wants to complain to his parents when facing a big problem.His steps sounded hurried in the quiet hallway, reflecting his restlessness. When he reached the door to the study, he opened it quickly without knocking. "Dadhh," Paul called in a slightly whiney tone, his voice filled with desperation and hope for a solution. He stood in the doorway, looking up at his father with reddened eyes, a sign that he had been crying or very angry earlier.Sitting behind the desk with a severe expression, his father looked straight at Paul. The look in his father's eyes turned to worry when he saw his son's condition. Paul felt as if the heavy weight on his chest could be
At the Incra family residence, it could be seen that Mr Dorma was holding his cell phone with a severe look, trying to contact someone."Hello, Mr. Lancer," he said sternly once someone answered on the other end. "I'd like to discuss something quite important. I hope to get your help replacing Ms. Marissa as company leader with my son, Paul."Mr. Dorma's gaze showed obvious tension, reflecting the urgency and importance of this conversation for the future of the Incra family business.On the other end of the line, there was a moment of silence before Mr. Lancer spoke again, "Replacing Ms. Marissa? Is there a specific reason behind this request?" His voice sounded calm yet questioning, reflecting interest and curiosity over the request he had just heard.Mr Dorma looked at Paul sitting on the chair in front of Mr Dorma's desk and found courage in seeing Paul's spoiled face there. "Yes, Mr. Lancer. I believe Paul has the skills and qualifications to lead this company. He has worked hard
The calmness surrounding Morel in the midst of the big men starkly contrasted with the restlessness felt by the black-clad men who confronted him. They stood scattered around, their sharp eyes glittering with malicious intent, exchanging glances with movements ready to strike at any moment.Cautiously, Morel said calmly, "You can try to attack me, but are you sure you'll succeed?" His sharp eyes pierced their gaze, creating a tense atmosphere between them. The back of his mind had planned for every eventuality, making him like a solid fortress, not vulnerable to any threat.Morel remained calm amidst this threatening situation. His body was erect, a small smile etched on his shady face, contrasting with the long shadows reflected on the wall behind him. He raised his right hand slowly into the air, the movement unhurried without fear or hesitation."Do you think we wouldn't dare attack you for pretending to be so calm?" While a few steps closer, trying to intimidate Morel with their b
All the black-clad men were shocked when suddenly two prominent figures dressed in black appeared from behind Morel. Those who just appeared looked impressive with their large postures and sharp gazes as if they were ready to act to protect Morel or even attack anything that threatened him.The reactions of the black-clothed men, who were initially confused at Morel's casual behavior, now turned into a slight panic because they did not expect Morel to still have such power. They looked at each other with expressions that reflected confusion and uncertainty about what would happen next. This surprise made them realize that the situation had turned more complex and unexpected."Is it just the two of them?" The man in black asked with a hint of mockery. Because their surprise soon turned into relief and even more confidence when they realized that there were only two people against those who outnumbered them. They looked at each other with disdainful expressions, confident they had an ad
Mr. Dorma seemed in a great hurry to get to Morel's place and said, "That ignorant man makes me very angry." His face was flushed with anger. Every word he uttered seemed to contain a blazing fire of rage, and his hurried steps reflected his strong desire to quickly resolve this matter.Mr. Dorma's location was not far from where Morel was at the moment. Before sending people to beat up Morel, he wanted to quickly get news from his messengers about whether they had succeeded in finishing Morel off. He tried to get that information as soon as possible and hoped to see the results firsthand once everything was done.Not long after, Mr. Dorma finally arrived quickly at Morel's location. One of his bodyguards who had arrived first said, "Sir, he's over there," while pointing towards the position of his companions.Mr. Dorma and the bodyguards immediately ran over to Morel's location. On the way, he saw that Morel, standing casually, was not injured. However, it was inversely proportional
Seeing his defeated and fallen guards lying on the streets, Mr. Dorma began to feel a more substantial wave of fear. His mind was spinning, trying to find a way out of the worsening situation. He thought that Morel and his guards could easily defeat all his highly trained guards. Let alone Mr. Dorma, who was quite old, whose body was no longer as strong as it once was, and he knew there was no way for him to win against Morel in a physical fight.Cold sweat began to run down his temples as he realized how desperate his situation was. Every plan and strategy he had devised so far seemed to be falling apart before his eyes. How could he, with all his resources and influence, now stand helpless before a young man and his bodyguard? This defeat threatened his position in the business world and his reputation, which he had been so proud of.Thinking about his defeat, Mr. Dorma fell to his knees before Morel, "Why did this happen? I didn't expect all my men to be defeated like this." Mr. Do
Peter came here in a hurry because he happened to be nearby. He couldn't take this kind of insult. Looking down on him, who had a big position, was terrible.With his effort, he should have been recognized, not a betrayal like this. "Let's see, he might be unable to talk anymore after this." He clucked a few times. Peter, who walked towards the place that had been said, immediately glared when he saw someone he remembered well. He certainly couldn't forget the man at the critical meeting. It was only a week ago that the crucial meeting was held, and several administrators in the big company were gathered. Then he saw this man in front of him and remembered that his name was Morel. Then Doris, who they respected so much because he was the main manager in all these businesses, treated Morel with so much respect he bowed to Morel. It clearly meant that Morel had a very high position.Now that he had to deal with Morel because of Dorma's actions, he didn't want to sacrifice his life jus