The guests stared at the small box held by Morel. Their confusion and curiosity were evident. One of them whispered, "Can the contents be more luxurious than the extremely rare tea, or is it the other way around?"The other person nodded, half-believing. "I doubt it could be better than tea from China. But how can Lord Keirg respect it so much?" the guest muttered to himself while still looking at Morel from his seat.Tucker, who saw the small box in Morel's hand, burst out laughing. "What, a small box?" he said in a mocking tone. "Haha, how could you want to give a gift to someone so valuable with such a small gift?" Tucker continued, trying to demean Morel in front of everyone.However, Morel remained calm and undeterred by Tucker's mockery. He strode steadily towards Mr. Keirg, his calculating eyes looking directly at the party host. The atmosphere became increasingly tense. All the guests held their breath, waiting to see what would happen next.In the midst of the silence, Morel
Tucker, still feeling the bitter defeat, couldn't help himself anymore. "That jade must be a fake. There's no way someone like him could have something so precious and legendary. Morel is an ordinary person, not from a rich family or conglomerate. That Dragon Mountain is impossible for him to possess." he said in a voice full of angerThe crowd of guests was shocked to hear Tucker's statement, and the party atmosphere instantly became tense. All eyes were on Morel and Mr. Keirg, waiting for their reactions.Tucker, feeling increasingly confident in his words, continued, "Although Morel is indeed a conglomerate, there's no way that I and all the guests here have never seen his face at all. How could someone of such status remain unknown?"Rumors began to spread among the guests. Some speculated that the jade Morel had brought was a fake. "How could someone we've never heard of be in possession of Dragon Mountain?" a guest whispered. "Maybe it's just a trick to get attention.""The jade
Tucker, despite being cornered, still tried to fight back. With a trembling voice still filled with disbelief, he said, "But, do you really know him, Mr. Keirg? He is just an ordinary person. I know you're a very good person, but you don't need to pretend to know him to help him because then you'll only be inconveniencing yourself."Mr. Keirg gave Tucker a sharp look, his anger rising again. "Tucker, you really don't know when to stop," he said coldly. "I don't need to pretend to know anyone. I know Mr. Morel very well and better than you think. I know Mr. Morel very well. He's no ordinary person, but I won't mention who he really is because it's not within my authority."The guests started whispering again, feeling confused and wanting to know more about the relationship between Mr. Keirg and Morel. Their gaze shifted from the frightened Tucker to Morel, who remained calm. The atmosphere in the room turned into one filled with curiosity and speculation. "Why would Mr. Keirg say that?
Morel and Mr. Keirg chatted intensely on stage, expressing concern and appreciation. Mr. Keirg seemed to respect Morel, his gestures showing deep reverence greatly. Their conversation seemed very serious, as if they were discussing something significant.Amidst the crowd of guests, a rumour began to develop. One of the guests whispered to his companion, "Look how much Lord Keirg respects him. Exactly which family is Morel from? Why does Lord Keirg respect him so much?"His companion nodded in agreement, then added, "I'm curious too. We've never heard of Morel in our social circles. Who exactly is he?"The other guests also speculated a lot about Morel's identity. Whispers filled the room, adding to the mysterious atmosphere of the evening. Some guests tried to recall if they had heard of Morel before, while others assumed that Morel must have an extraordinary background to have earned such a great honour from Lord Keirg.Marisa, standing not far from the stage, also looked very curiou
Morel 65Morel was now in his room located within the Kurgan family island. It was quiet and cozy, with a relaxing view of the sea outside the window. Morel sat at his desk, looking over the work report that Doris had prepared. The report was spread out neatly on the table, ready for inspection.Morel opened the report and began to read it carefully. Within the first few pages, he saw that Marisa's performance was excellent and satisfactory. Marisa was a negotiation expert whose work showed great dedication and skill. Morel smiled a little, feeling proud of Marisa's achievement.Not long after that, the phone on Morel's desk rang. He reached for the phone and saw that it was Doris calling. Morel answered the call calmly."Hello, Doris," Morel greeted politely."Hello, Master Morel," Doris replied in a respectful tone. "Have you read the work report I have summarized?""Yes, I have started reading it," Morel replied as he held up the report file. "I just looked at the part about Marisa
Morel was already at the dining table in Mr. Keirg's residence. He sat across from Mr. Keirg while Doris stood behind Morel, ready and waiting for Morel's orders.Mr. Keirg smiled warmly, raising his glass slightly, "Once again, thank you very much for that wonderful gift, Mr. Morel. This Dragon Mountain is truly something extraordinary. I cannot express enough how precious this gift is to me. This jade is materially valuable and has profound historical and symbolic value. It is a wonderful token of respect, and I am deeply touched by your goodwill."Morel calmly returned Mr. Keirg's smile. "That's normal, Mr. Keirg. You have shown great dedication in your work, and your contributions mean a lot to the Spencer family business. The gift is an expression of our appreciation."Mr. Keirg nodded sincerely, his eyes shining with warmth and deep respect. "The Spencer family has always been respected here. Our cooperation has brought many benefits, and I greatly appreciate your trust in me. I
Morel sat in a chair, staring at the screen of his tablet, which displayed a video of his own island scenery. The stunning scenery, with white sandy beaches, dense tropical forests, and clear sea water, made Morel very curious. He had never seen his island, so he asked Doris to show him the video."Wow, I really want to go there, Doris," Morel said excitedly.Doris smiled gently, "Of course, sir. It won't be long before we return home and can go straight to your family's island," Doris said politely.Morel enthusiastically replied, "Since we're only here for a short while, I'd like to enjoy the scenery for a while." He put down his tablet and stood up, then walked outside to enjoy the fresh air on the Kurgan family's island.Doris followed quietly, keeping a polite but vigilant distance. Morel walked slowly along the path, savoring every detail of the scenery around him. The gentle breeze blew in the fresh scent of the sea, and the waves hitting the shore added to the peaceful impress
That morning, Morel, Marisa and Doris were already on board the luxury yacht ready to take them home. The yacht was magnificent, with a modern design and complete facilities to pamper its passengers. It is elegantly decorated with classy furnishings, spacious living areas, cosy cabins, and various entertainment facilities. As Marisa stepped onto the deck, her eyes opened wide, surprised by the luxury before her eyes. The gleaming deck floor, the lounge area with plush sofas, and the mini swimming pool in the yacht's centre mesmerized her."Wow, Morel, I didn't expect you to have such a luxurious yacht," Marisa said with an amazed face while admiring the beautiful sea view from the deck.Morel smiled slightly, feeling proud. "This yacht is made for comfort. I'm glad you like it," Morel said as he invited Marisa and Doris to sit in the lounge area, enjoying refreshments prepared by the yacht's professional crew. The sound of the calm waves and the cool sea breeze added to the exclusive
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