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
Marisa was very surprised by Diane's sudden behavior of hugging Morel's hand. With a look of disbelief on her face, she shouted, "Hey! What are you doing? How dare you touch him!" Marisa then stepped forward, standing between Diane and Morel, as if to protect Morel from any unwanted actions. "You can't just touch her. What were you thinking?" she continued in a stern tone.Diane replied to Marisa's words casually, "Never mind, you don't need to yell. It's none of your business." She stared at Marisa with a sharp gaze as if to show that she wasn't intimidated.Tucker, who saw that, was very annoyed, saying in a sarcastic tone, "Well, it looks like you're very popular with the ladies." He glanced at Morel with an envious look, adding, "What's the secret, Morel? His friend added, Why are they all so interested in you?" Morel could only sigh, feeling increasingly exhausted by this unwanted situation.Morel just wanted to ignore them and get out of there. He felt increasingly cornered and