Inside the VIP room now occupied by Morel and his guards, the tension was still palpable despite the situation coming under control. Mr. Adman stood beside his two bound men, looking increasingly angry and frustrated.Morel looked at Mr. Adman coldly and said, "Of course, you'll give them a severe punishment, right?""Of course. I will make them feel the consequences for daring to betray me. They will feel every pain they inflicted, and I will make sure that there is nowhere for them to hide from the retribution. This isn't just about meting out punishment. It's about ensuring that no one dares to defy me again in the future. I will show that treachery will pay dearly, and there is no mercy for those who try to undermine my power." Mr. Adman replied in an angry and determined tone.Morel showed no emotion, but his gaze became sharper as if peering into Mr Adman's soul. "But, our business is not finid there, Adman," Morel said in a calm yet threatening voice, implying that there was mo
The next morning, Morel went to the building where Liam was hiding. That morning, the sun was shining gently outside, but the atmosphere inside the building felt very different. As Morel entered the room where Liam was hiding, he was greeted with an anxious expression from Liam. Liam immediately stood up from his chair and approached with a face full of worry."Morel, are you okay? I'm so worried about you because you didn't tell me anything yesterday," Liam asked in a tone full of panic.Morel, who seemed unperturbed, nodded calmly. "Yes, I'm fine."Despite his calm reply, Liam was still not entirely convinced. "Are you serious? You know how evil my boss is. I'm really worried about your safety."Morel looked at Liam seriously and reassuringly, "Yes, I'm serious. I know what I'm up against, and I won't let it affect me." Then Morel continued, "How about your service here? Do you feel comfortable and safe?"Liam, who was starting to feel calmer, said, "Yes, I am very well served here.
Morel, who was sitting at the dining table. On a sunny morning, sunlight streamed softly through the dining room's large windows, casting a warm glow throughout the room. Enjoying a perfectly prepared breakfast. Beside him, Doris stood swiftly, ready to serve Morel's every need. The subtle clink of cutlery against porcelain plates filled the quiet room.Doris, who had long served Morel and always put his safety first, looked at his master with confusion. "Is Master sure about hiring Master's friend as Master's chauffeur?" He asked hesitantly, worry reflected on his loyal face.Morel lifted his gaze from his plate, looking at Doris calmly and confidently. "I'm sure, Doris. I know very well how skilled Liam is at driving," he replied, his voice firm yet soft, showing unwavering confidence.Doris nodded slowly, although the look on his face reflected a doubt that hadn't completely disappeared. "But he doesn't even know who Master More is yet. Will he be able to keep the secret?" Doris as
Liam, who was standing by the door, was immediately alert. "Ready, Master," Liam replied excitedly. He immediately prepared the car in the garage. After ensuring everything was ready, Liam escorted Morel to the car and opened the door politely."Please, Master Morel," Liam said in a respectful tone. Morel got into the car, and Liam closed the door carefully before rushing into the driver's seat.They drove through the city, and when they arrived at a magnificent building, Liam looked at it. He got out of the car and quickly opened the door for Morel. "Please, Master Morel," Liam said with a slight bow.Morel got out of the car quietly and said, "Thank you. You just wait here, Liam.""Yes, Master, of course," Liam replied happily. He felt proud and excited about his duties. After Morel entered the building, Liam returned to the car, sitting in the driver's seat and pondering."Wow, Morel is really good," Liam muttered to himself. "How could he have kept it a secret all this time that h
Morel and Doris were leaving the building after a long day of work. The sky was already dark, and the building lights were on, illuminating their way. Morel had a file in his hand, pointing at some documents with a severe expression. "I think this management structure should be changed because it looks messy," he said sternly, his eyes not leaving the documents he held.Always alert and ready to carry out orders, Doris immediately replied, "Yes, Master. I will change it according to Master's wishes." He looked attentively at Morel, making sure he understood all the instructions given.Morel paused momentarily near the exit, looking over the documents again before handing them to Doris. "Also, make sure that all reports are organized and clear. I don't want any more chaos in the administration. It's essential for the smooth running of our operations," Morel continued, his voice showing how significant the changes were.Doris nodded with confidence. "Of course, Master. I will organize e
Morel and Marisa sat in a café near the building where they worked. Meanwhile, Doris stood next to Morel, creating a somewhat awkward atmosphere. Marisa felt uncomfortable seeing Doris standing, considering that Doris was a higher-ranking person than her."Excuse me, Mr. Doris, why are you standing? Sit with us," Marisa said awkwardly, feeling uncomfortable seeing Doris standing there."No, I'll stand next to my master. It would be strange to sit with the Master I serve," Doris replied firmly, emphasizing his respect and professionalism.Marisa then looked at Morel with growing curiosity. "So, Mr. Doris has been serving you all this time, Morel?"Morel nodded slowly, smiling slightly. "Yes, he is my servant. Doris has worked with me for many years, and he has always been loyal.""So it's true that you're a descendant of the Spencer family?" Marisa asked again to confirm, her eyes sparkling with curiosity and slight doubt.Morel simply nodded, looking at Marisa calmly as if giving her
Morel sat at his desk, surrounded by neatly organized files. The desk lamp shone on the list of women's names compiled by Doris, giving a clear view of each woman listed there. All the women on the list were from influential families.Morel let out a long sigh, his strong but elegant hands tracing the names on the paper. Each name carried hope and expectation but also a great responsibility. He put down the list of names carefully, turning his gaze to Doris, who stood before him with great attention and readiness."All the women on this list would want to be matched to me, right? Because it will add profit to themselves and their families." Morel said as he pointed to the list of names Doris had given him.Doris was then a little confused by Morel's statement. "Of course, yes, Master. Then, will Master reject them all?"Morel shook his head. "No, I will test them all."Doris became even more confused. "How will Master test them all?"Morel said casually, "I will organize a party, and
Marisa arrived at the party venue hosted by Morel, surveying her surroundings with slightly confused eyes. The grand building and lavish decorations made her feel small and unsure of herself. The guests were the children of prominent families, looking elegant in expensive dresses and glittering jewelry. Marisa let out a long sigh, feeling a little awkward because of this invitation. She was still confused as to why Morel had asked her to come to this party, considering she came from an ordinary family."What am I doing here?" Marisa said to herself. "This all looks so fancy, and I'm just from an ordinary family. Why did Morel ask me to come?"As Marisa walked through the halls filled with influential people, she felt the sardonic gazes of the other ladies glancing at her sharply. They were watching Marisa from top to bottom, assessing every detail of her appearance. Marisa tried to ignore their stares. She knew that she had not come to compete with them in terms of looks or social sta
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