Aden carefully watched Lucy and Nora's annoying facial expressions. They seemed preoccupied with their whispers, occasionally throwing glances in his direction with sly-looking smiles. An uneasy sensation began to creep over him, making him wonder what they were up to or what they were talking about secretly.Shortly after contentedly talking to themselves and plotting their devious move, Nora and Lucy walked away, leaving Aden, Luna, and Morel with a sense of relief. Aden looked at the departing Nora and Lucy with a mixed expression of relief and slight annoyance, wondering how their behaviour could have been so annoying. "I can't believe they could really be like that," Aden said quietly to Luna, shaking his head in confusion."We need to stay calm and focused. They can't bother us all the time." while Luna tried to calm things down. And smiled faintly at Morel. Morel himself smiled softly, feeling relieved that at least today's troubles had opened up some understanding between the
Marisa sat alone in a quiet corner of the café, enjoying her drink. Occasionally, she stirred the warm liquid in her cup. Her gaze focused out the window. Without realising it, a slight murmur escaped her lips. "Looks like the Incra family is in trouble," she said softly, just loud enough for herself to hear. "Did Morel do it? How could he do it? Can he really help me?"Marisa's mind spun, trying to piece together the logic behind the news she had just heard. To Marisa, the Incra family was one of the most influential and powerful families she had ever known. They had tremendous power, influence, and wealth. The idea that someone like Morel, who she had always thought could not match the Incra family's power, could cause trouble for them sounded utterly absurd.As she continued to ponder, Marisa tried to recall everything she knew about Morel. "How could he, who looks so ordinary and unassuming, fight such a big family?" Those questions kept swirling in her head, making her even more
Morel turned around quickly to see who had patted him. "Huh?" he said with a surprised face after seeing the person who said his name. In front of him stood Marisa, with a friendly smile.Marisa, with the same friendly smile as before. "Sorry to startle you, Morel.""Marisa?" Morel said, his eyes widening as he recognized the woman. "What are you doing here?" Although Morel was slightly surprised, he quickly realized that Marisa's presence on this ship was not entirely unexpected. Given the Kurgan family's influence and extensive network, it was no surprise that Marisa was also invited to attend events on their island.Morel smiled, remembering how often their paths had crossed in various social and business events. Although meeting Marisa here was surprising at first, it was an easy surprise to accept.Marisa chuckled, "I was also on my way to Kurgan Island. Didn't expect to meet you here. It turns out you were invited by the Kurgan family, too, Morel,"After saying that sentence, sh
Morel and Marisa then left the place. They stepped away from the crowd of arguing socialite women, heading to a quieter part of the ship.Marisa exhaled deeply, her frustration deep. She looked up at the blue sky, trying to calm her emotions before continuing, "Why does everyone always associate me with my asshole ex-boyfriend?" Her voice sounded filled with frustration and a hint of disappointment.She pondered for a moment, thinking about how the stigma of her past continued to haunt her despite her best efforts to forget it. Whenever her name was mentioned, she felt trapped in the shadows of the dark past. Morel looked at Marisa, who seemed distressed, trying to remind her with a calm yet firm voice, showing his steady demeanor. "You should be able to think better," his eyes flashed firmness. "Don't overthink about people's useless opinions. The important thing is to stay focused on what you think is right and good for yourself." The look in his eyes showed encouragement to free M
Morel looked at him with questioning eyes, and in a calm yet firm tone, he asked, "Why brings me here?"Diane took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. She knew this was an important moment, and she must not appear tense. With a graceful gesture, she smoothed her loose hair over her shoulder, then stepped forward to approach the man she didn't know very well."Good evening, sir," she greeted in a soft yet confident voice. She bowed her body slightly, showing genuine respect. "Sorry to interrupt your time, but I have something very important to tell you, sir," Diane said in a soft voice. She then signaled to one of the staff in the room. "May I have the guest register?"The staff immediately handed Diane the guest logbook. Quickly, Diane opened the page containing the signatures of the guests present. She noticed the signatures on the page and found one name clearly written 'Morel.' "Ah, it says your name here. Morel, right?" asked Diane with a smile.Morel nodded, slightly surp
The large ship bearing the Kurgan family crest docked majestically at the sturdy pier, signaling their arrival on the legendary Kurgan Island. Morel and Marisa, along with the other invited guests, stepped onto the ship's bridge with hopeful and admiring steps. The fresh air of the island greeted them while the light of dusk began to emerge from the eastern horizon, coloring the sky with dazzling golden hues.The guests, mesmerized by the abundant natural beauty around them, couldn't help but express their admiration."This is truly marvelous! How beautiful Kurgan Island is," exclaimed a guest with eyes wide open, looking at the mesmerizing scenery.Another nodded in agreement, "It's heavenly. I never imagined a place could be this beautiful."The sounds of cheers and praises filled the air, reflecting their admiration and appreciation for the natural beauty of Kurgan Island. Some of the guests gathered by the beach, admiring the panoramic beauty of the tranquil sea while feeling the
Guests were invited around to relax on the exclusive beachfront. They enjoyed the morning in comfort and luxury. Some were seen lounging on cushioned beach chairs, wearing silk caftans, broad hats, and designer sunglasses. On the other hand, there are those basking serenely in the sun, reclining on beach chairs lined with fluffy towels. They carefully apply sunscreen and listen to music through premium headphones. The soothing sound of the waves creates a peaceful atmosphere around them.Some of them swim in the calm sea, wearing designer swimsuits. They swim gracefully or practice yoga on the water, enjoying the tranquility and freshness of the ocean. Along the shoreline, people can stroll, chat with their partners or friends, occasionally collect shells, or enjoy the beautiful natural scenery.Marisa watched the wealthy people relaxing on the beach with admiration. They enjoyed the morning in comfort and luxury, creating a desirable atmosphere. With sparkling eyes, Marisa looked at
Morel was already at the beach volleyball court, ready to compete in a spontaneously organized match. Upon arriving at the sideline, he glances around for his team partner. Suddenly, he realized that he was made to team up with Diane.However, on the other side of the pitch, Marisa looked tense. In the striking jersey of the opposing team, she watched with great annoyance as Morel and Diane began to move toward their position. Her heart raced, trying to hide her frustration at not being placed on the same team as Morel. Despite trying to keep her composure, a faint look of frustration could be seen on her face, tucked away amongst the rays of the morning sun that beautified the morning atmosphere.Marisa, while staring at the opponent's side of the field with a sharp gaze, "You sneaky woman, how could she arrange all this? She must have deliberately wanted to be on the same team as Morel and intended to make me their opponent." in an annoyed tone Marisa grumbled to herself.The game s
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