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
"Ng, Mr. Doris..." He was pretty surprised by Doris' appearance. Meeting her here made him feel even more uneasy because he had just made the mistake of almost doing violence to the man named Morel, whom Doris respected.Doris looked at him coldly and approached them, just as Peter had expected. Doris only had eyes for Morel. "Are you alright, Master?"He was watching with great detail the state of his master, something terrible could happen, and that bad thing would repeat itself. It was very distasteful to her. Even though he didn't see any wounds, something could have happened under that shirt.Morel nodded his head. He was satisfied with the bodyguards provided by Doris. They were so superbly trained they could carry out such a terrifying battle. Morel thought that those great men must have been trained terribly and had a high rank in security."Mr. Doris, good afternoon," Peter spoke hesitantly, but he realized Doris's eyes were now looking at him."You made a mistake, Peter."
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